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The Student Voice of Forest Hills Central

The Central Trend

The Student Voice of Forest Hills Central

The Central Trend

The Student Voice of Forest Hills Central

The Central Trend

Charlie Molitor

Charlie Molitor, Junior Writer

Charlie Molitor is a sophomore entering his first year on The Central Trend. Charlie indulges in a plethora of activities, including Track, Improv, Marching Band, Art, Music, Filmmaking, Skateboarding, and of course, writing for TCT. Charlie has always found it easy to articulate his thoughts and feelings through writing and literature. Charlie joined TCT after he became friends with some of the members, who inspired him with their writing. When Charlie isn’t writing his life away, he’s often found outside skateboarding with his friends, making music in his basement, or walking his 2 dogs: Buzz and Rosie. Charlie hopes that he makes a good impact in his first year on TCT.

Charlie’s favorite album: Pixel Bath by Jean Dawson

His favorite movie: Fantastic Mr. Fox

His favorite holiday: Halloween

Charlie’s address: Why would you need to know that?

Charlie’s social security number: This is getting kind of weird…

What time Charlie’s parents leave and get home from work: Okay, who is asking these questions?

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Perfect blue

Perfect blue

Charlie Molitor, Junior Writer November 14, 2022

Walking home at two in the morning. My dirty Nikes complemented the golden bricks as sunflowers grasped the streetlight’s glare. Your laugh illuminated the air like a kid staring at a plane in the...

Space, in between

Space, in between

Charlie Molitor, Junior Writer October 31, 2022

I can’t help being lost within the passing trust of thundering strides and blinding weaves of crip-colored stripes. The remains of warfare left split-decided and two-sided reside just down the hall...

Drinking from the hose

Drinking from the hose

Charlie Molitor, Junior Writer September 26, 2022

Time doesn't add up, traveling at light speed until it burns out into a memory.  Petals fill the gaps as my feet weave between them in ecstasy, saying “hello” and goodbye” within the same breath....

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