THE OUTLET
Spring 2021
Warwick High School Literary Magazine
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The Outlet seeks to create an outlet for people to plug into their creativity. Throughout 2020 and 2021, many people have suffered great losses, but just as many have grown and learned more about themselves. In this publication of the magazine, we hope that you will see such a thought projected into the magazine. Our theme for this year was: Emotional Growth.We accept submissions through the grade-level Canvas courses. We give careful consideration to all submissions and accept high-quality work that best gives people an outlet for their creativity.
Eve Boone
Lois Carpenter
Madalene Goeller
Emmaleth Keathley
Jeremiah Millner
Kierstin Stuckey
Aniyah Whitehead
Tania Williams
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All our authors and artists who submitted, all Warwick High School teachers who helped us promote, Mr. Huberdeau, Mr. Sito, Ms. Marcolini, our new readers, and the Warwick High School administration.Loading...
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~Table of Contents~
Hurt
by Ego
Ignis
by Ego
Broken
by Ego
Yet
by Ego
Mask
by Avalynn DeGroat
Unsafe
by Eve Boone
La Salida de Carl Smith
by Aiden, Marly, Serena, Abram, Max, Lilly, Chunky Lad, and Mishayla
Girl on Green Background
by Tala
Tragedy of the Red Tricycle
by Isa, JDW, Pie Rosali, Mari, and the rest of the toras
When the Tide Rises
by Ace
A Jimmy Rigged Heart
by Ego
Hodgepodge Girl
by Aurélie Flowers
by Ego
Ignis
by Ego
Broken
by Ego
Yet
by Ego
Mask
by Avalynn DeGroat
Unsafe
by Eve Boone
La Salida de Carl Smith
by Aiden, Marly, Serena, Abram, Max, Lilly, Chunky Lad, and Mishayla
Girl on Green Background
by Tala
Tragedy of the Red Tricycle
by Isa, JDW, Pie Rosali, Mari, and the rest of the toras
When the Tide Rises
by Ace
A Jimmy Rigged Heart
by Ego
Hodgepodge Girl
by Aurélie Flowers
Are You Articulate?
by Ego
Antonio y el tobillo roto
by Los Tobillos
Sam the Tiger
by Los Tigres
Maria Clara
by Tala
Powerful Pandemic
by Tysun Williams
Mental Illness/The Brave/Freedom
by YN Art
Censorship
by Raquel Ramirez-Nara
Squish.
by Eve Boone
untitled
by Edison Li
I Am
by Ego
Balance
by Deidre Rowe
El escape de los chapulines
by Los Chapulines
by Ego
Antonio y el tobillo roto
by Los Tobillos
Sam the Tiger
by Los Tigres
Maria Clara
by Tala
Powerful Pandemic
by Tysun Williams
Mental Illness/The Brave/Freedom
by YN Art
Censorship
by Raquel Ramirez-Nara
Squish.
by Eve Boone
untitled
by Edison Li
I Am
by Ego
Balance
by Deidre Rowe
El escape de los chapulines
by Los Chapulines
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Are You Articulate?
by Ego
Antonio y el tobillo roto
by Los Tobillos
Sam the Tiger
by Los Tigres
Maria Clara
by Tala
Powerful Pandemic
by Tysun Williams
Mental Illness/The Brave/Freedom
by YN Art
Censorship
by Raquel Ramirez-Nara
Squish.
by Eve Boone
untitled
by Edison Li
I Am
by Ego
Balance
by Deidre Rowe
El escape de los chapulines
by Los Chapulines
by Ego
Antonio y el tobillo roto
by Los Tobillos
Sam the Tiger
by Los Tigres
Maria Clara
by Tala
Powerful Pandemic
by Tysun Williams
Mental Illness/The Brave/Freedom
by YN Art
Censorship
by Raquel Ramirez-Nara
Squish.
by Eve Boone
untitled
by Edison Li
I Am
by Ego
Balance
by Deidre Rowe
El escape de los chapulines
by Los Chapulines
Hurt
by Ego
I hurt. I hurt more than ever these days. The problem is: I don’t know how to cope with The Hurt. I’ve changed, which means my methods have changed. Mostly I cry, but I have no privacy so I try not to. When I do, it’s evident that I am. Last night, I found a reprieve. I turned the shower on as hot as it went, and stood under it. It burned. It hurt. I felt alive. My skin is brown, but when I finally stepped out of the shower, it was red. I felt empty but full. My intentions were to dull The Hurt, but instead, I found myself numb. For the glorious ten minutes that I burned, I was blissfully numb.
The Hurt was gone and I was left with nothing but the burning liquid cascading down my body. If those are the only ten minutes of reprieve I can find in the midst of what feels like 24/7 hurt, I’ll be okay. “It was a pleasure to burn,” Bradbury said. And I agree.
Ignis
by Ego
My grandma used to tell me in case of a fire, throw salt on it. She’d say it would put it right out.
If that were true, then the tears that fall should put the fire in me right out.
Do my tears not hold salt?
Since that doesn’t work, I inhale as much air as my lungs can take in.
The flames are gone and all that remains are embers that wait for the perfect kindling to fan the tiny spark into the raging fire that it once was.
It doesn’t take much these days.
The flames could easily engulf me if I let them.
But I don’t.
I keep them contained and save them for worse days.
No one has ever seen my fire, I won’t let them.
At times people who know me well may see a glimpse of it dancing in my eyes, and when they ask me I deny it.
If that were true, then the tears that fall should put the fire in me right out.
Do my tears not hold salt?
Since that doesn’t work, I inhale as much air as my lungs can take in.
The flames are gone and all that remains are embers that wait for the perfect kindling to fan the tiny spark into the raging fire that it once was.
It doesn’t take much these days.
The flames could easily engulf me if I let them.
But I don’t.
I keep them contained and save them for worse days.
No one has ever seen my fire, I won’t let them.
At times people who know me well may see a glimpse of it dancing in my eyes, and when they ask me I deny it.