By: Canaan Nonnemacher
Whispers of the Game
Category Archives: PRIZM
Bunny and Squirrel Pictures
By: Joe Perez
I drew this picture because it shows the resemblance of a mother’s love and affection towards their child. I picked a bunny because it shows it’s a sign of bonding, companionship and overall care. Another reason I chose it is because sharing food for them is part of their social instinct to ensure their baby’s safety.
I drew this picture because the squirrel is preparing for the winter as squirrels have great preparation skills just like we humans do. They store food for when they actually need it for the winter or feeding their little ones. Squirrels eat during the fall so that they can build fat for the winter which keeps them warm.
Where did summer go?
Top 5 Genius Uses for a Jar of Sand (NOT CLICKBAIT)
By: Daniel Kendle
Hey gang! My name’s Samuel Sand, and today I’m here to talk to you about sand. Say – have you ever had an interaction like this occur?
Fig. 1 – “An ugly ‘sediment.’ Heh.”
Truly dreadful. But wait a minute: “pound sand?” Why, what could that phrase even mean? Well, as someone who never finished college could tell you, they don’t actually know. I, meanwhile, graduated from Oxford with honors!
Sand has its origins billions of years ago amidst the creation of Earth’s crust, but no one really cares about that stuff. Instead, I’m here today to list the “Top 5 Genius Uses for a Jar of Sand (For Geniuses)™.” With this list, the next time a bullying brute slanders your title, any sand-related insults can be deflected with sophisticated sand facts from yours truly.
- Projectile-based weaponry. Parried your assailant’s sedimentary slandering and still seeing red? Well, as any sand enthusiast can adhere to, physical violence is a readily-available option against natural predators, such as skeptics, gym bros, and pretty much anyone else on Earth. Simply unscrew the lid, thrust out your sand, and watch it fly!
- Arts n’ Crafts. When I was young, I watched an episode of ‘Curious George’ where George, the titular species known as a Curious, painted sand with juice to create paintings. I always remembered that episode for a couple reasons, and since my lawyer says I shouldn’t encourage people to eat sand, painting with it is my second-best suggestion.
- Therapy. Therapy is an instrumental tool for many people, so where’s the harm in introducing sand into it? Simply substitute the classic “breathing ball” or stuffed animal for a loving jar of sand. Hey – research from the League of International Administrative Remedying Sand-substances (L.I.A.R.S) declares that a jar of sand is an excellent substitute for mental health-supporting items.
- Eating. My lawyer’s on his lunch break, so I’ll be quick about this. Ever tried a sand omelette? I went to England on a retreat from work a while back, and in a dark alley a guy with 3 pupils gave me one of these. I’ll tell ya: best. Dinner. EVER. Salty, savory, and with just a hint of nuttiness. I’d normally say I couldn’t recommend it enough, but *chuckles* My lawyer’s a bit of a stickler surrounding that sort of talk.
- Creative idioms. Finally, what’s a newspaper article without talking about writing? A fun use for a jar of sand is as a creative muse for coming up with never-before-seen idioms. For example: “Jars before Mars” references the impracticality of space travel for future housing developments. Cute, simple, catchy – where’s the problem?
Well, I hope you’ve been, er, inspired by today’s lesson guys. Jars and sand combined form a wonderful tool for…um…
*Sighs* Screw it. What am I doing here? Talking about fricken sand like it’s some kind of…never mind.
My wife, my kids, all gone. I left behind a perfect life…for THIS?! I just…I can’t. I messed up.
I…
I need a sign to change. A new job too, at that. I need something, some-ONE, to hold…
I need a jar of sand.
Halloween Night
By: Seng Nhkum
In the starry dark of
the autumn sky,
a ghost-shaped cloud
went drifting by.
Ghosts and goblins
ring the chime.
You’ll hear the
super spooky scary
time of the year
is coming by.
Cats prowl,
Winds howl,
Witches ride,
Puppies hide.
It’s Halloween!
Costumes are unseen
till the night of ghoulish fun
that avoids the sun.
Dressed up like ghosts,
and frighten those we meet.
Tonight is the night where,
Trick or treaters roam the street
running like hungry werewolves
from door to door
to get the best candy to live for.
A sweet treat stash to store.
Jack-O-Lanterns smiling bright
wishing you a haunting night.
Shadows dance beneath the moon,
Whispers float like a spooky tune.
Pumpkins glow with fiery eyes,
Spinning webs with the black crow flies.
Bats sore high in the chilly air,
Chilling, laughter, echo everywhere.
Magic feels this eerie night,
Filling hearts of spooky fright!
The Breakaway
By: Canaan Nonnemacher
The defenseman stumbles, a fatal mistake,
The gap in the neutral zone, the forward will take.
The goal light is empty, the ice clean and wide,
No one is near him, there’s nowhere to hide.
The crowd holds its breath, just a silence so deep,
As the puck leaves his stick, a promise to keep.
The goalie stays anchored, a fortress of pads,
Reading the angle, defying the lads.
The wrist shot is launched with a quick, snapping sting,
Past leather and post, hear the victory sing!
The net bulges bright, like a flag in the breeze,
The moment is sealed, brought down to its knees.
“Gender Wars”
By: Marina Yang
Our biggest ‘battle amongst genders’ wasn’t each other, but rather the group of people amongst us who hurt others. They’re amongst their crowd, whether gender, sexuality, race, etc, hiding away from their acts as an ‘entire group’. We cannot allow any more harm done to the people whose voices have been silenced over negative comments trying to silence them, and the upstanders. Instead of ‘men’ or ‘women’, it’s ‘perpetrator(s)’, ‘offender’, ‘culprit’, etc. It was never about the characteristics of the wrongdoer, but about the victim, the victim that fell into this wrongful act and or verbal comments. It was never about which side looked the worse compared to the other, but stopping these illegal and foul acts. This is no way to behave and live, especially for the future. Despite our differences and paths we all want the same thing, world peace and freedom of negativity and harm.
Midnight’s Little Secrets
By: Canaan Nonnemacher
The hour is late, the streets are damp,
The mist creeps low across the lawn.
A solitary silver lamp
Burns weakly, waiting for the dawn.
The windows stare like vacant eyes,
Above the hollow, quiet street,
Where shadows stretch and sound replies
To soft, quick taps of running feet.
A fence post holds a silly trick,
A toilet paper shroud it wears.
A garden gnome, misplaced and quick,
Is moved from where the owner cares.
A whispered name behind a tree,
A giggle smothered by a sleeve—
For tonight, the spirit of glee
Gives license to what we believe.
The door springs open, light spills wide,
A hand drops chocolate in a pail.
The youthful faces, hard to hide,
Are cheered by sugar’s sweet prevail.
The wind picks up a forgotten leaf,
It dances with a hurried sound,
For in this night of playful grief,
The best kept secrets can be found.
We tell the tales of ancient dread,
Of witches, wolves, and things unseen,
But really, it’s the fun instead,
That crowns the night of Halloween.
Glimpse of summer
By: Alayanna Bouwens
A collection of 5 photos that perfectly capture the nature and beauty of the 2025 summer.
Forest cascade
This photo captures the tranquility of a small undisturbed forest waterfall. This photo was taken down current underneath a fallen tree that stretches over the stream.
Cluster of purple
This close up on a cluster of flowers really captures the vibrant color and details of each small petal. This photo was taken on a small hiking trail in Wisconsin.
Embers in motion
This close up of a fire really captures the layers and vibrancy of a flame. The photo is of a campfire fire and was taken in a small campground in the Boundary Waters.
Morning frost
This photo captures the details of a morning frost on the forest ground. This photo was taken on a small hiking trail in Wisconsin
Sunset on the lake
This photo captures the orange and pink of a sunset as well as its reflection in the water. This photo was taken at Thatcher Lake in Wisconsin.
Fall is here
By: Seng Nhkum
Plaid Line + PRIZM + Scottie News 