August 10, 2020

Posts from "Portfolio"

  • Portfolio | Oct.25, 2018

    Haunted

    by Sarah Kirchner ’21 The man has been following me for months now. He’s everywhere I go, and I don’t know if I should be getting more One morning, I tried to yell at him to leave me alone. I…

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  • Portfolio | Oct.04, 2018

    Some Things Have No End

    by Erin Venuti ’20 Janie wasn’t popular—except for the third week of fifth grade, when she brought a Chinese jump rope to recess. Her mom had found it during their annual summer trip to Cape Cod, in a store that…

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  • Portfolio | Oct.04, 2018

    The Circle

    II Anthony’s eyes let loose a few traitorous tears in the cab seat next to me, his hand clutching the black drawstring bag between his feet as if it were a lifeline. I’d only known him a few weeks, but…

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  • Portfolio | Sep.27, 2018

    Mirror

    by Julia Zygiel ’19 I look into the mirror, my nose centimeters from touching the glass frosted with my breath. I try to spot what he sees in my eyes. A storm? Perhaps. I study the edge of a scar…

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  • Portfolio | Sep.13, 2018

    A Forgotten Party

    by Julia Zygiel ’19 She was a party girl and no one knew why. She was just an anxious, quiet kind of person, someone who would shoulder all of your burdens for an hour-long drunken conversation and then shrug off…

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  • Portfolio | May.03, 2018

    The Greatest Lesson

    by David Martineau ’18   High atop the windswept peak of a nameless mountain, a young man dressed in heavy furs pulled himself up onto a jagged ledge and rose unsteadily to his feet. Clearing snow and frost from his…

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  • Portfolio | Apr.26, 2018

    A Strange Request at a Piano Bar

    by Dawyn Henriquez ’19 The carnival rhythms bounced across the ivory keys in disjointed synchrony. “Entry of the Gladiators” was a strange request at Sal’s, where classical bullshit was typically demanded. As soon as Sal started the almost juvenile theme…

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  • 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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