by Jay Willett ’20 One of the first places they showed me when I stepped onto campus was a pond tucked between the back alleys, like a young elementary student who misbehaved and was receiving punishment. Perhaps it didn’t deserve such punishment, being hidden away from all enjoyment and all life. I’ve only seen […]
by Marisa DelFatno ’18 Another space race had begun. It was not with the Russians this time. Instead, it was against China. Predictable. One world power against another. We probably could have foreseen this. After being shelved decades prior, Human Outer Planets Exploration, also known by its corny acronym, HOPE, was no longer something […]
by David Martineau, ’18 Few men in the history of the world could say that they had seen a kingdom rise and fall, but the Watcher was no ordinary man. He had seen a hundred kingdoms rise, and just as many fall into anarchy and ruin. It was a singular luxury in his life, […]
by Sam Pellman, ’20 From the moment we brought him home, we knew we picked a good one. Not only was he cute, but he was a real beauty. The markings on his fur were like nothing else I’d ever seen. The blacks, browns, grays, and whites were all so precise, it was as […]
by Jonathan Coppe ’18 Basel was tired of spending all his weekends drunk and depressed. He had resolved to do something about it. It was midnight. The dock was misty, and the cold, damp air got underneath Basel’s clothes, right onto his skin. He shivered, cinching up his scarf. He thought he had arrived […]
by Dawyn Henriquez, ’19 “Who are you?” “Tom Harkos.” “No, no, no,” he said, his silver mask reflecting the late afternoon sun into my eyes. “Who are you?” “Thomson Eliot Harkos,” I said, thinking my full name should do the trick. At that he laughed, his grimacing false face emphasizing the ill-natured air between […]
by Marisa Gonzalez ’18 Portfolio Staff Green vines entangled the old brick house, sucking the life out of it. Not that there was much life to suck out, as Old Gladys had passed, but the brick house was being consumed and the sight was scary. There was a time when I thought the house […]
by Julia Zygiel ’19 Portfolio Staff She speaks in fragments of dreams, their syrup clinging to her lips, betraying the intensity of her sweetness. She is a waking fantasy, never completely here with me, but always present in my mind, in the pseudo-unreality of my dreams. She says, “I love you, but not in […]
by Connor Zimmerman ’20 Portfolio Staff She sits there calmly looking at a mirror. With a penetrating gaze, she studies it like she can look through it. The people on the other side begin to squirm in discomfort, worried for reasons they do not fully understand. One of the guys says, “Dan, look at […]
by Jonathan Coppe, ’18 Portfolio Staff Getting up for the graveyard shift is a bitch. Who wants to go to work at 10 at night? No, on second thought, it’s going to bed at dawn that’s the worst part. I hate lying down while the sun comes up and it only ever gets brighter. […]