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The Chronicle

The Student News Site of Shorecrest Preparatory School

The Chronicle

The Student News Site of Shorecrest Preparatory School

The Chronicle

The Grocery Store

Ally Cardone April 27, 2026

Why is it that people  You and me alike,  Could want something so badly  Though in reality  Only live to avoid it.    There is a man, in a grocery store  He goes on every...

Staring

Lucille Procaccino, Marketing Director April 13, 2026

You’re supposed to love me You’re supposed to care But lately, All you do is sit and stare It feels like impending doom How this life is filled with gloom I try to love, Then I...

The Beach

Lucille Procaccino, Marketing Director April 13, 2026

Criticism comes like a flood tide When you stand in the sand And the waves bury your feet. Your words are like the wind, Whipping debris into my eyes. The sand holds me there  As the...

EIGHTEEN

Sierra Orlick, Copy Editor April 8, 2026

EIGHTEEN is the year everything changes. Full cheeks deflate like  tired rubber balloons while intuition and wisdom roar toward the sky. You are the lion now, they say. Leave the...

Route 66 Communion

Anonymous April 6, 2026

I met Jesus in the back of a Denny’s, harsh fluorescents buzzing like cicadas’ summer song. My elbows stuck to the gaudy red table; I tried not to think about the crumbs. He had calloused...

Biopsy of Parallels

Ally Cardone March 30, 2026

Rain into puddles Waves into current  Lakes into river   Moon to sun Made to broken Hurt to healed Parallels of another   A biopsy of similarity between difference Pain...

The Nightime Nobody

Anonymous March 23, 2026

Out of the shadows of the night, a person watched intently. watched both the good and bad of humanity in the bustling streets of Los Angeles. It is the year 2077, and a plague has broken out. Infected...

Monthly Muse

Sierra Orlick, Copy Editor March 10, 2026

At birth, I was given a box, not one of  wooden walls,  golden silence, or  silver linings, but of skin— mine and theirs, knitted together by a frail  string, yet bound...

Myth of a Song: Pyramid Song by Radiohead

Phoebe Pritchard, Entertainment Editor March 9, 2026

I watch as the hot steam from my mug slowly fogs up my cold window, as I listen as the frogs in the garden sing to each other through the rain. It’s the little things in life, things like this, that...

The Rain

Sierra Orlick, Copy Editor March 2, 2026

I adored the rain. The way it made the roads go slick beneath a translucent foam. My eyes slipped from person to person as they crossed over the auburn cobblestone sprayed white. Most were gripped by the...

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