Green Ink consists of works submitted by Central Dauphin High School students. You can search for a specific student's work by typing his or her name into the search bar on the left. Otherwise, you can also browse the different categories we offer by selecting one of the options on the left (for example, "poetry"... Continue Reading →

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A Message From Mrs. Weite

This online magazine showcases the incredible writing talent of our student body.  I am humbled to work with such a talented group of writers who end up teaching me new things every day.  This publication is a testament to their hard work and creative spirit.  Please enjoy.

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The rain beat against the crowded bookstore walls as Beth and her brothers sat together behind the rows of books. An assortment of study supplies lay in front of her as she attempted to concentrate on Algebra. On her left her twin brother rocked back and forth with his head buried desperately in his knees... Continue Reading →


     Finally setting her backpack and suitcase against the wall, the girl threw herself onto the bed with a sigh of relief. She was rather scrawny, with dark hair that was tied up in a messy knot on top of her head. She glanced to her right, looking at the alarm clock.         Twelve-thirty.... Continue Reading →


New York City is full of criminals, but nothing ever occurred so close to me before. I was watching the breaking news about a murder that took place at the park I like to go to behind the apartment I live in. Well, I used to like going to that park. I ran to the... Continue Reading →

The Worst Feeling

In that moment A dull green polymer Hanging off the bottom of my boot In small strings And I have to wonder Is it that difficult To find a trashcan Or a wrapper Instead of spitting gum onto the pavement Growing older and greyer Only to be stepped on By some poor fool in a... Continue Reading →

The Landlord- Zev Malina

“Alright, Mastersons, we have twenty-two minutes remaining before the landlord gets here! What have we gotten done? Anything? Have you done anything to expedite this process? Good Lord - how have you done nothing? It’s been eight minutes already and I’ve cleaned five shelves, two tables, the nasty areas between the couch cushions, I’ve organized... Continue Reading →

The Weeping Willow

            When I was growing up, our elementary school had a weeping willow. Not a tree, but a person. She was a scrawny little girl with feathery red hair that encompassed most of her figure. Pale, covered in freckles; she could have been mistaken for a ghost if you hadn’t... Continue Reading →


I said one more goodbye, Before walking away for good. It didn't really feel right, But I knew my feelings you never understood. I would've done anything for you, But you could never do the same for me. I knew this would end in heartbreak. If I ever wanted to be free. I feel nothing... Continue Reading →

Midsummer Mischief- Hope Walborn

  Dear Correspondent, No one would ever know it, but underneath the cover of violets hides a terrible secret. I’ll tell you it, but only if you swear to never repeat it aloud. Can you do that for me? Can you take this one to the grave? I’d hate to think of the consequences that... Continue Reading →

The Shortcut- Hope Walborn

I told her numerous times not to go down that path, but she never listened, and I was sick and tired of trying to protect her. After all, I wasn’t her guardian angel; I was only her older sister, and I’d been protecting her from the world since the day she was born. There had... Continue Reading →


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