Viking Call

Upper Merion High's Student Newspaper

Vi Do Bui


Nothing, More

Run, run faster to the ocean shore. Away from the ravens’ dreaded calls, Your feet kiss the frozen forest floor. Poor boy, tripping through the unshut door With soles so bare in these wint’ry halls. Run, run faster to the…


It was Winter. A light snow had begun to pile upon the pavement in streets dimly lit by street lights. They divided up the street into two parts, everywhere the lights could not reach seemed too dark to walk in….