Crystal Ball

Ella Grant, Glyphs Member

May 15, 2019

When I look into this crystal ball, the glass is tinted pink: I see picnics and potions. I see love that breathes, love that evades taxes and mortgages and the staleness of bread left out too long. I see little girls and little b...

Rethink Retarded

Atharva Talpade

May 21, 2017

I once called an ice cream flavor retarded. Green, rank, vomit-inducing, and weird, kimchi flavored ice cream was accurately described by the word retard. My date did not agree. In the middle of the ice cream shop, she questio...

Brightening Dawn

Robert Helck, Glyphs Member

April 28, 2016

To bake in the heat, the Sun knows not mercy It takes back what it gave us all those years ago And I beheld a dark cell before me I entered Hell, forsaking, Earth as I go.   Dark and cramped, unknown, unse...

The Shepherd

Jeb Burnet, Glyphs Member

March 25, 2016

The valley awoke as the sun pushed over the horizon. The valley was alive and radiant. Beautiful in every sense of the word. More than that though, it was calm, it was peaceful, it was a small paradise. The rolling slopes were sheeted...

Iscariot (Online Version)

Robert Helck, Glyphs Member

December 7, 2015

  Oh Lord above, can You not hear me pray? Can Your perfect omniscient mind,  not see me lay About to die for crimes committed, yes But under holy orders, Heaven bless’d! The tree is far, so I have time...

An open letter regarding the unimportance of diversity in a university

Whitney Xu, Editor

November 13, 2015

A note from the author: I have removed this piece from the website for the time being in order to reorganize my essay and to present my purpose in a clearer manner. This has nothing to do with the administration, and I was...

Identity Ramblings

Matt Driscoll, Staff

November 11, 2015

My full name is Matthew Austin Driscoll however I’m not too fond of my middle name. I have a twin brother, an older brother and a half-brother, yet somehow no sisters. I share a birthday with Abraham Lincoln, but I have...


Ciara Fagan, Editor

November 11, 2015

It is 11:11 on a Monday night and I should be doing my homework. Instead, homework is replaced by a combination of watching One Tree Hill and half-heartedly cleaning my room. The only two people I ever text just went to bed, they...

An Essay on the Noble Science of Writing a Victorian Novel

Chris Rogers, Writer

April 14, 2015

Aspiring writers know the situation all too well: you take a seat on the comfy leather couch in a local Starbucks, sip on a latte, and decide to open up your laptop to write the next greatest Victorian masterpiece, when, almost...


Peri Munter, Writer

April 14, 2015

She remembered her first time there. She closed her eyes, thinking of it, letting the volatile memory resurface. “Luce, remember when I didn't come home from school last week?” Her wide-eyed eight year old self nodded, looking...

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