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No One Can Know

No One Can Know

November 10, 2016

No one can know, Our skeletons put on the show. Even as the seasons change and the leaves blow, Still no one can know. We...

The Universal Peace

The Universal Peace

October 24, 2016

The autumn rain fell into the trees as though the clouds had released the tensions in their spines and distress in their...

Lyrics of the Lonely Seventeen-Year-Old

Lyrics of the Lonely Seventeen-Year-Old

October 18, 2016

I sit here for hours Conjuring up words that I can write And I can only hope that these Mental monsters might put up...

Seaweed

Seaweed

October 15, 2016

Do you ever feel that feeling? Like bare feet on wet pavement that steams with hot summer rain? It is welcoming and...

Summer

Summer

October 6, 2016

Sandy, warm beaches, the sound of the waves. Ice cream melted, getting sandier every day. Fireworks bloom and sprinkle,...

How to Succeed in Gym Class (Without Really Trying)

How to Succeed in Gym Class (Without Really Trying)

May 31, 2016

Ah, gym class. An ancient relic of a simpler time when girls went to college to find husbands, people actually said “going steady”,...

An Open Letter to my Hometown

An Open Letter to my Hometown

May 31, 2016

I cannot bring myself to understand them; their words are a foreign language. “I can’t wait to leave.” “Nothing EVER happens ...

Standardized Music and Arts Appreciation Test™

Standardized Music and Arts Appreciation Test™

May 1, 2016

      NOTE TO EDUCATORS: This is an excerpt from the Standardized Music and Arts Appreciation Test...

Excursion to the Gallery

Excursion to the Gallery

April 28, 2016

He scratched on the paper with a pencil, hunched over the subway’s plastic seat. His jeans stuck to his legs and the 70s-inspire...

I am Walking Home

Natalie Rugg, Editor-in-Chief

November 26, 2015

Filed under Creative Writing

I turn forward again and continue home. The snow is so high—nearly two feet in some places—that I hop in order to land in the footprints of yesterday. With each day the journey is easier, for my legs grow taller and my feet smaller with every night. The first day after the snow fell I had to make this path. It was bitterly cold, my speed slothful....

An Unfortunate End

Brennan Griffin, Assistant Features Editor / Reviews

June 11, 2015

Filed under Creative Writing

My dear friend, I must say that I am very much saddened by your demise. Although you spent a very large amount of time pushing for the destruction of myself and all that I have created, I still feel as though I have lost a part of myself, as cliché as that sounds. You did, however, bring this upon yourself. I cannot fully explain to you why it was...

An Island Called ‘Paradise’

Brian Buttrick, Contributor

May 28, 2015

Filed under Creative Writing

I zipped up my wetsuit in complete solitude. There was not a noise around except the quiet sound of the waves softly lapping against the side of my boat.  I looked at the gauge on my regulator, checked my goggles, flippers, and my harpoon, just in case.  After making sure everything was in order and working, I finally plunged into the black water...

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