Posts from "Creative Non-Fiction"
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Creative Non-Fiction | Oct.10, 2019
Abroad Scaries
by Samantha Pellman ’20 When people tell you that abroad wasn’t real life, they’re not lying. It really wasn’t and there are too many examples I can provide you with to prove it. I’ll choose one, maybe the best one.…
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Creative Non-Fiction | Sep.16, 2019
Magic
by Sam Pellman ’20 I turned around one more time and swallowed back the tears that were forming. I’d be back in four months, but why did that feel like an eternity in this moment? No, I can’t cry, I…
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Creative Non-Fiction | Feb.08, 2019
Upwards of Ten Thousand Feet
by Kiley McMahon ’20 As we continued upwards of ten thousand feet, the vehicle’s engine roared loudly in my ears. The GoPro stuck to his head recorded my every motion, reaction, and feeling. My fingers turned to ice through the…
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Creative Non-Fiction | Jan.18, 2019
D.A.R.T & Yards
by Jay Willett ’20 “No legs up-50 euro fine.” The text enraged me as I promptly took my seat on the pea green cushion. Defeated, I took a breath and in the bat of an eye, we arrived at Tara…
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Creative Non-Fiction | Nov.19, 2018
The Day I Died About 3 Times
by Jessica Polanco ’20 I remember being able to see nothing. It was pitch-black and all I could hear were crickets, moths buzzing near my ear, thunder and branches cracking under my feet. I was surrounded by people I had…
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Creative Non-Fiction | Oct.04, 2018
City Walking
by Connor Zimmerman ’20 “Last stop, everybody! Don’t care where you go, but you can’t stay here!” The conductor’s shout pulls me out of my sleep. The train slowly rolls to a stop at the station, and I drag my…
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Creative Non-Fiction | Sep.27, 2018
God’s Nationality
by Jessica Polanco ’20 I thought I had it all figured out—until I figured it out. I was only about twelve years old when I met Aylin. Her demeanor was that of an older woman who’d just finished dying her…
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Creative Non-Fiction | Sep.13, 2018
A Day in the Kitchen
by Sam Pellman ’20 It was a humid and sticky day. The clouds were just starting to move, and the sun was beginning to peek through. I parked in my normal spot and immediately felt the hot air…
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