March 21, 2019

Posts from "Portfolio"

  • Portfolio | Apr.26, 2018

    Sleeping Traffic Lights

      by Jonathan Coppe ’18 1:35 a.m.—Two brutes sitting in an SUV. Intersection along Route 50. Traffic light is the only outside illumination; no moonlight; their headlights are off. Inside the car the overhead cab light is off. SUV parked…

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  • Portfolio | Apr.26, 2018

    Tales From The RIPTA

    by Marisa DelFarno ’18 *based on real encounters There was once a man who looked like your average man—blue jeans and a grey sweatshirt—but he was ridden with the mouth of a sailor, or a wannabe rebellious 13-year-old, despite little…

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  • Portfolio | Apr.26, 2018

    “Iceberg Ahead!”

    by Marisa Gonzalez ’18 The world around me begins to fade. The colors of my room come together and form a collage. At first I am nervous, but a little excited. This mixture of colors has never happened before. I…

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  • Portfolio | Apr.19, 2018

    Gilded: Two Stories

    by Jonathon Coppe ’18   I. Noah Donahue looked at an icon. The church he had entered was kept quite dim. It lit up and down by alcoves of warm candlelight illuminating the side chapels of icons and statuettes, so…

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  • Portfolio | Apr.19, 2018

    Snow

    by David Martineau ’18   “It’s really cold out today!” I said, my hands trembling as I stuffed them in the pockets of my thin coat. Beside me, Johnny walked with his head lowered in a sullen silence. He had…

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  • Portfolio | Apr.12, 2018

    Writer’s Block: “The envelope in my mailbox had no return address.”

    TWO WRITERS, ONE LINE: “The envelope in my mailbox had no return address.”   by Marisa Gonzalez ’18   The envelope in my mailbox had no return address. At first, I was quite shocked. Why would someone want to remain…

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  • Portfolio | Apr.12, 2018

    White-Out

    by Marisa DelFarno ’18   Three towering walls wrap around Henry. The dull, plain looking bricks laid out around him resemble grey fish scales. The fourth wall consists of thick rust-rotted bars lined up high in unison. The room is…

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  • Portfolio | Mar.15, 2018

    Sunday Starvation

    by Jay Willett ’20   The terrain was drenched in the heavy snow—New England had not been kind to my travels, but I still trekked on. My car had broken down around SR-3, and since it was the apocalypse, there…

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  • Portfolio | Mar.15, 2018

    The Three Boys

    by Marisa Gonzalez ’18   There were three boys who lived in a magnificent house.  A house that seemed to go on forever. Each room more wondrous than the next. Edgar, Allan, and Paul, who everyone called Poe, had it…

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  • Portfolio | Mar.01, 2018

    Dream Walker

    by Connor Zimmerman ’20   I was cursed when I was younger, by a witch no less. To walk a thousand years in the minds of others. Those foul harpies always get the last laugh, especially when you steal their…

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