December 10, 2018

Posts from "Portfolio"

  • Portfolio | Oct.06, 2011

    Missing from the Laboratory (Part 2)

    Sophia woke up the next morning anxious to get to the lab and check on her experiment. They had been working on it for 18 months and she didn’t know what she would do if all of the work was gone. She had never gotten ready more quickly.

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  • Portfolio | Oct.06, 2011

    In A World of Memory

    David’s first memory was of the sky. It was a perfect sky given that David had never seen one before; he had nothing to compare to its fresh blue color and swollen white clouds. David had a hard time remembering his childhood. He would recall bits and pieces now and then: a coiled blonde strand of his mother’s hair, a frayed edge of the red carpet that used to occupy his small room. However, those memories were not important to David; they were fading stars in a galaxy of vast proportions.

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  • Portfolio | Oct.06, 2011

    Overeager Flirting Antics Part 2

    I think I can count the amount of truly “smooth” talkers I have come across throughout my college and high school experiences on one hand. Although every Destiny’s Child song, chick flick, and 80s television sitcom aims to warn girls against the dangerous power of a guy with a sugarcoated tongue, I have to say, I respect a boy who has excellent game. Now, I know it’s totally unfair that boys get the responsibility of making the first move and pursuing girls, so I’ve made it a point to never discount a guy just because he’s shy. But there is no denying that it’s more fun to flirt with a boy who’s really good at it. For every good flirt, though, there exist 10 bad flirts. Loud guys, quiet guys, rude guys, obnoxious guys, and vulgar guys. It’s exhausting, to say the least. So boys, do you want to know what women really want? Go ask your girlfriends, and actually listen to their answers. Want to know what we don’t want? Read below.

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  • Portfolio | Oct.06, 2011

    The Morning Bus Bench View

    Pigeons gather around Pam as she sits on the bus bench. They jump in place, turning in circles, scrounging for food. Pam reaches into the side-pocket of her pink-crocheted sweater for some sunflower seeds. She scatters them across the sidewalk. The pigeons dive, fighting each other for the scarce food. A slow smile spreads across Pam’s face as she watches them devour the seeds.

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  • Portfolio | Sep.29, 2011

    Missing from the Laboratory (Part 1)

    Sophia was annoyed. It was the third time this week she had been called back to the lab. What was the point of hiring interns if her hours increased because of their mistakes? She was going to give her supervisor a piece of her mind; they definitely needed a more rigorous screening process. The last time she was called back, one of the interns had broken down crying because she spilled solution on the floor. How spilt solution reminded the intern of her boyfriend breaking up with her, Sophia would never know.

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  • Portfolio | Sep.29, 2011

    The Cereal of Life

    If my life revolved around one food, it would be cereal. The thing I love most about cereal is that I can always find a type that pertains to my mood. As my mood changes throughout the day, my cereal cravings shift as well.

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  • Portfolio | Nov.14, 2001

    Eulogy For A Jazzman

    I remember a conversation I had with Reuben after a show in St. Louis a few years back. He had been playing for six hours straight with little more than a sip of water’s break. In a sweaty, beat-down, post-performance daze he told me, “Ya know why I love playing jazz?… because when I’m playing there ain’t no limit to how high I can go.

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  • Poetry | Nov.08, 2001

    Bobby

    Joan Barker Bleached arm hair and freckled eyelids retreat for an hour. Head pressed to the cool window’s skin, Bus ticket. Nineteen dollars and twenty-five cents. Coffee. One forty-nine…a few drops spilt, maybe seven cents worth. Nervous fingers tremble, sending…

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  • Portfolio | Nov.08, 2001

    Dealing with the Devil

    Kevin Hirten His sleeping body lay still and silent. The sunlight that had crept towards his face all morning was just hitting his eyes and soon he would wake. A magnificent dream hastily ended when the blackness filled with the…

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  • Poetry | Nov.08, 2001

    November

    Sara Schepis The sailing leaves, the scent of chill The year goes slowly to its rest The frost is scattered on the hill The sailing leaves, the scent of chill The chorus geese departing still The month of bounty, sun…

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