Ever since I was young, inspiration has been my fickle friend. Let me set the scene: it is a late August evening, just creeping toward dusk. My sister and I are playing on the front lawn of my Grandma’s summer home. My mom remembers me rushing in through the sliding…
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Color Blind By: Brandon Marquis
When I was young, my mother told me to always dress better than all of the other kids. She told me that I needed to speak better than them as well. She encouraged me to read. She knew that I had to try harder than everyone else. She knew that,…
Musings of a Curious Newbie By: Breanna Patterson
I’m an amateur writer. I’ve clawed out my own precious corner of my school’s Creative Writing Program and it is in this space that I am continuously attempting to prove myself. That’s the issue with writers: we sit in front of our keyboards, we psychoanalyze our own characters, and we…
A Rose Flipping through Signatures By: Gabriela García Sánchez
I have been plucking my name apart, rearranging and redesigning my signature, since I was in middle school. I had a dream of becoming a fashion designer, convinced that everyone would soon know of the some-day-renowned “House of García.” At the time, I loved the sound of my own last…
Hey, writers: get a life! By: Sten Spinella
Surrounded by timeless books and long-dead people, I feel as if I’m not alive. Knowledge has been passed to me through the letters from Birmingham’s jail, the empirical questioning of ancient philosophers, and the jumbled proverbs of Sancho Panza. I have acquired only a modicum of knowledge about the world…
An Important Distinction by Sten Spinella (2016)
This piece won third place in the Jennie Hackman Memorial Award for Short Fiction. When mom named me “Elan” she said it was to set me apart from the other boys. I’m certainly apart from the other boys, in that the other boys went to college, or the other boys…
Tiny by Emma Capron (2016)
She hears Jamie rustle in the bed beside her. He is deep within the throes of peaceful slumber, his breathing deep and regular. Tonight is the first night in months in which the gentle rise and fall of his chest has not lulled her into darkness, into the escape of…
Four Rules for Professional Thievery by Tyler Valzania (2016)
“Okay this first rule is the most important of all so listen up,” he said as he transferred a grease-stained wrench from his hands to mine. “The world is not fair, that’s a fact of life alright? So don’t get all high and mighty and act like it should be….
They Didn’t Mean To by Carleton Whaley (2016)
The Old Man had a perpetual hunch to his shoulders, which was only accentuated as he chuckled at the cat sitting across from him. His shoulders rose and fell quickly, and at their height they nearly touched his bat-like ears, the same ears that the cat would swat at late…