January 21, 2018

Posts from "Portfolio"

  • Portfolio | Aug.31, 2017

    Striker

    by Clara Howard, ’19 Assistant Portfolio Editor   A figure leapt across the gap between buildings on 6th Street, landing with a roll on the rooftop of Hayes Financial. He came to a stop and lay flat on…

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  • Portfolio | May.04, 2017

    A Little Over Five Years Later

    by Christie Smith ’17      She climbed the brick steps and tiredly searched for her house key, thrusting her hand into the depths of her unorganized pocketbook. Demanding order in almost every other area of her life, she was…

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  • Portfolio | May.04, 2017

    Harold

    by Joey Aiello ’17 It was so clear that night it looked as if the sky had been cut open to reveal what it really looks like behind its usual dull mask. Max was a loser. He knew it, but…

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  • Portfolio | May.04, 2017

    Wanderer

    by Abby Johnston ’17 Eighty degrees and bone-dry. Not a cloud overhead to mar the plain of stars. And the concrete driveway that had been baking all day long now felt like a floor-heater on the expanses of back where…

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  • Portfolio | Apr.27, 2017

    Foolishness

    Photo courtesy of Imax.com Julia Zygiel ’19 The sharp wind of early spring buffets Rich and Nina as they settled onto a bench outside of the library to study. Even though it is the first day of spring, it certainly…

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  • Portfolio | Apr.27, 2017

    A Fall From Grace

    Photo courtesy of Pinterest.com Joey Aiello ’17 His brow furrowed as he stared displeasingly at the screen. “It’s not good enough,” he muttered. Neurotically, he subjected his work to round after round of editing. Friends were contacted for advice and…

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  • Portfolio | Apr.06, 2017

    Mr. B.S.

    by Clara Howard ’19 Portfolio Staff Sam’s pretty sure there are times when she hates him. He is, after all, the most frustrating guy she’s ever known. Everything she says is cause for a salty comeback, and God forbid she…

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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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  • 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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