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Epic Memories

Wyatt Powers, Contributor

May 28, 2015

Filed under Creative Writing

My brother JW is always running these screwball experiments on me, and today the first "test" is shooting me out of a six-hundred-foot cannon. He built the thing in around two days, by himself! My brother promises me that there is a designated target set up for me. Accordingly, he equips me with a parachute to pull when I actually see the target. ...

Lost

Lost

May 28, 2015

I wonder which way to go The hard, Black, Asphalt. Beneath my Bare, Skinned, Feet.

Hatch

Jeff Poirier, Contributor

May 28, 2015

Filed under Creative Writing

“What, you’ve never done this before?” Tommy asked me. “No, I’ve done this with my cousin like a thousand times.” That was a lie, I only told Tommy that because he was our leader, the kingpin of the social circle. Tommy was the coolest kid in the fifth grade, so if I impressed him, I could become one of the gang. “I don’t believe...

Dream

Mary Delvin, Contributor

May 28, 2015

Filed under Creative Writing

The darkness consumes me first. My body feels heavy, Like I could drop Endlessly. But the atmosphere feels light; It catches me, And suddenly I am light too. Light enough to rest on a cloud, A cloud that could only be dreamt. That is how my mind feels, Like a cloud. Soft, uneven bundles of white, Overwhelming me. I feel nothing, I hea...

I Do Believe I Do Not Know

Haley Shettles, Contributor

May 28, 2015

Filed under Creative Writing

Please stop! Mustn’t we take a break? Oh, how my feet ache and my back sore, and I have this throbbing in my eyes. You are too fast! It is hard for me to see. I believe you are already a few paces ahead of me! Yes, I can see the prints your shoes left. They make a trail on the path, a path I do believe is getting smaller as we...

Losing Light

Brennan Griffin, Regular Contributor

May 28, 2015

Filed under Creative Writing

I can never look in their eyes. I can never take a contract that involves me getting close to the target. I can never be close enough to see, not their eyes, the light behind them. I can never see the light behind their eyes that tells a story. I can never see the light that makes them human. I can only do my work from a distance. I...

Presence and Imagination

Natalie Rugg, Editor of News and Opinion

May 7, 2015

Filed under Creative Writing

My sister and I snuck downstairs to play computer games in Pépère’s office. The grown-ups had been talking upstairs about people I didn’t know who lived in places I couldn’t go. When my sister Holly and I became bored, we liked to come here or go upstairs to play with our stuffed animals. We lived in our imaginary world because ...

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