February 20, 2020

Posts from "Creative Non-Fiction"

  • Creative Non-Fiction | Feb.07, 2020

    This is the Year

    by Erin Venuti ’20 Dear Erin (2010),  I’m reminded of you every day, without fail. I think about how you feel most comfortable wearing leggings and UGGs and a scrunchie—who would have guessed that they’d be back in style again?—and…

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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


    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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