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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...

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...

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