FISH - Frankfurt International School Herald

Realities of a Small Man

Maxine Aguilar - Grade 10, Well Writer

March 23, 2017

The realities of the 3rd percentile are being mistaken for an age not our own   Call us tiny, miniscule, minute, petite, pint-sized; But never insignificant,   With a voice begging to be heard and a heart desperate to be loved by those around   Dreading the struggles of outfit shopping; pants that drag and sleeves that sag.   The tiresome life of...


Theo Ben Harira - Grade 6, Well Writer

March 23, 2017

Chase listened to the water lapping the side of the sewer and the quiet hum of the haze above. Chase was down in the underground tunnels of New York City running back to his “home”. Ever since the Haze arrived he has been stuck sleeping in the storage room of the sewers. He repeats the same routine every day. Get up at 6 and find food, then find anything he might need and for any source of life. Every day the same thi...


Theo Ben Harira - Grade 6, Well Writer

March 23, 2017

It was a beautiful morning. The village of Dasengaki was peaceful in the early hours of the day. The sunrise illuminated it with its dazzling rays. The morning dew was still drying off. Hefty elephants slowly hiked across the landscapes behind the village. The tall dry grass was swaying in the wind. Lanky giraffes ate off the green trees and the gazelles sprinted past the waddling rhinos, while the zebras were drinking from...

What if I Lose Her?

MacKeena Westerfield - Grade 8, Well Writer

March 23, 2017

October is always my favorite time of the year. Pumpkin patches, hot chocolate, sweaters, cinnamon, bonfires, bundling up, Halloween, high school football games, baseball games and all of the best things in the world. I'm in such a good mood no matter what when it comes to this time of the year. Fall in Chicago is beautiful. The colors of the leaves are bright yellow, orange, and fiery red. I love the crunch...

All Was Gone

Aurelia Schildknecht - Grade 11, Well Writer

March 23, 2017

Darkness and fear ruled this country now, war was upon it. It was raining cats and dogs. The rain was like little bombs leaving scars, which seemed never to fade, not missing a single spot. The storm was looking down on the city, threatening to take away the few left behind lives, which hadn’t gone to the front of the war.  Lightning was now and then seen inside her room, like a deafening quiet sound soaring through the...


Hannah Crisolli - Grade 10

March 14, 2017

I ring the doorbell and hear footsteps from the other side of the door. They are in a hurry, rushing towards the composer of the ding-dong. I know why they are in such a haste. A flinch shudders through my body as the sound of things crashing down and an audible “Ow!” is heard. I hear the towers of unread books fall down and the rows of water bottles, littering the bookcase, impacting the unseeable floor. She fights to...

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