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- Fiction > Realistic Fiction
Standing there in faded blue jeans, the dust of the exposed earth fresh on the tips of the white sneakers I’d worn since I was twelve and my feet mysteriously stopped growing, the ones that carried every Sharpie mark and every dust scuff I’d ever known, I could feel a little bit closer to what w... - College
Guide > College EssaysI was six years old and free as a bird, spinning beneath the hot Maryland sun. Arms stretched out, palms turned to the sky as if they could catch the light and hold it forever. Eyes closed, cheeks flushed pink, hair glinting with highlights of red and gold from the bright sun. Round and round and ro... - College
Guide > College EssaysI do not believe in personal statements. Nothing I am can be summed up in the space of two hundred to seven hundred words. No one person can be. And what are we, really, those of us beating our brains against the walls to impress boards of people we’ve never even seen? Nothing but young. Seventeen... - Nonfiction > Travel & CultureThe sky and the ground melt into a single, unbroken plane, blended like charcoal on a fresh sheet of paper. Wind pushing off the lake shoves great globs of gray clouds across the paler-gray sky. Every inch of the ground shivers with snow. Traffic is stopped along Interstate 90, a necklace of headlig...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe day is waning. It draws the sunlight away, as if from a syringe And leaves us in limbo Dark and cold. Daytime fades to evening and With it, fall to winter. The seasons are changing, and There’s nothing we can do to stop The tilt of the Earth. Nothing at all we can do But live wit...
- Fiction > All FictionIt’s a lonely, macabre little world, when you think too much about it, the little shop on the corner of Lincoln and Bishop. All of those eyes. Heads full of dusty hair. Tiny, unmoving hands. All displayed like the butcher’s finest cuts in the window. Even the stray cats slink by the door, never ...
