Midnight Fridge is the literary arts journal of Honesdale High School, which is the senior high school of the Wayne Highlands School District. Visit our "About" page to learn more, or visit our "Archive" page to read past entries.
II
She keeps my secrets,
I spill here.
She is stupid and doesn’t know.
I bite, draining the poison from my own fangs,
Right into her.
- Sara Rosas
18 years wasted.
All in a little house,
with torn up dog toys and yellowed panels
On a little farm,
Full of cows and fields
In a little town,
Full of unhappy people
- Paige Rutledge
I watch the children outside swing,
like they are an eagle flying away.
I see the adults run,
like foxes leaving farm grounds.
- Hailie-Jade Miller
III.
I miss you everyday, and never will I forget our memories.
I kept your shirts and your pictures,
But I couldn’t keep you. You chose
The drugs and the beer over your life,
But did they love you more than your kids ever could?
Did they love you more than your wife ever could?
- Miles Sullivan
V.
My phone lights up and dings,
He sent me a new picture.
I see his eyes like a foggy day
looking at me through the phone.
My breathing slows
and I wipe my tears away.
Unfortunately, I can’t get his fluffy,
dusty brown hair away from my mind.
- Hailie-Jade Miller
”I need space” then meant more room to draw,
Moving to the tile floor, not caring about germs.
Her chubby hand covers the finished part
Of the purple pig she was coloring
When she leaned in close to focus
On what she was working on.
The earthy smell of crayon wax filling her nose
As she scribbled on the thin printer paper.
- Emily Watson
Wood grinds against rock, screeching, joining the wind and serenades.
The boat rocks violently, the crew standing near the edge
In hopes of catching a closer look at the women
And to hear their enchanting voices forever.
- Emily Watson
Water rushes past the concrete.
We sit on the edge of the bank,
The only sound the rhythmic tapping
Of your heels hitting the wall
As you idly kick your feet.
- Emily Watson
The soft cricket chirps in the night
Over all the noises of the cars and people in the day
The cool air and the way it soothes my skin
Over the dry, warm breeze what burns my eyes
- Sara Rosas
I.
I see the way you tend to your other plants,
the yarrow,
jade,
and cactus.
Everyone but me.
You shelter me on your window,
I can see the rain but never feel it.
I thought you’d give me everything I needed.
- Riley Ford
I stared through that window
at the man, a boy,
who I once let into my art gallery of trust.
The man who admired all the paintings displayed
each with their own hidden meanings.
I let him add his own portrait,
the portrait that displayed who he truly was;
the strokes were soft with bright watercolors
that illuminated his facial features—
youth and adventure.
I displayed that portrait with pride.
- Justin Schumacher
The birds were soaring around the mural. It was silent but she could tell they were cawing out. She didn’t need to hear it to know it. The crowd was shifting. Faces she didn’t paint turned to look at her. Lifeless eyes staring at her. Blood stained hands reached out begging for her to join them.
- Paige Rutledge
I
It started out small
Little things, happy things
Overused jokes
Rib crushing hugs
Eight and nine
So young, so happy
- Paige Rutledge
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I’ve let that happen before, too many times.
waiting on things to change, for you to change.
But I can not keep hoping for a prize,
that I was never competing for.
- Hailie-Jade Miller
Eventually, the fear of the seekers coming to me had dissolved a little bit, and real fears began to kick in. What if the building collapsed? What if some creep’s hiding in the shadows? What if I’m breathing in toxic mold right now? Or, worst of all, what if I back out and my friends think I’m a loser? That last thought was all that kept me from ducking into an old changing room or even just sprinting out of the exit doors right now.
- Rylie Ford
Day, week, month, all spent in school.
Classroom after classroom, repeating.
Repeated lessons, repeated work.
Nothing new, not even the people.
- Sara Rosas
The door is closed, but unlocked.
I never understood that.
Why close the door,
if it can be reopened?
Why run away,
just to stop every so often?
- Hailie-Jade Miller
I felt pure dread build up inside my chest, and before I even processed what was happening, I was running faster than ever towards the sound. By the time I got there, my vision was blurry and my lungs felt like they where bleeding. After a second I could see again, even though I wished, in that moment, I couldn’t.
Those deer. Those disgusting, vile deer were staring at me for what felt like forever, blood stained mouths, only to run off and reveal my best friend's mutilated corpse.
- Rylie Ford
Motto decides to accept this and go home, but as he looks around, he can't see the path he has been following at night. He knows he got distracted during his walking, but had he really wandered off of the path?
- Emily Watson
The creature's bones sounded like they were snapping each time it walked. The skin of the creature looked like it had bleached human skin, and it had strange features but looked too human. It looked human, but it’s on all four of its long legs. It looked human, but its spine was practically out of its body. It looked human but it had long sharp teeth and claws. It looked human but it had the snout of a dog
- Sara Rosas
Mia wandered around the small town of Carnegie, looking into the windows of the small stores. Most of them have changed from three years ago. She ventured to a store that still stood after all those years, the same shop she met Oscar in. Mia walked down the different aisles, mesmerized by the selection as memories flooded her mind. Tears began to catch in her eyes. She fought the urge to let them fall.
- Justin Schumacher
There was silence in the room. Tears began to form in my eyes, the crash of a glass broke the barrier holding them. Pieces of glass laid on the table, some in Darrell’s hand which was covered in blood now. Pieces of glass laid with pieces of my heart now. There was another kick.
- Justin Schumacher
Time passed and we were in the fourth grade. We added a new friend to our duo and then we became a group. Jayla, our new friend, and I became close friends, but she never understood me or was as similar as Maya and I.
- Miles Sullivan
We’re strangers now. Two complete strangers with so much in common and yet nothing at all. Two strangers who don’t even look at eachother in the halls anymore for fear of something happening.
- Paige Rutledge
Gary Sullivan went through a tremendous amount of grief, pain, loss, fighting and trauma. Adding all of this up, led to his development of PTSD. No matter how hard he struggled against his traumatic memories, they eventually led to his death. This event was not easy for his family, but that does not mean we will forget all of the wonderful and inspirational memories with him and the stories he had told about his adventurous life.
- Miles Sullivan
