Catherine Zimmerman, Member

February 4, 2015

Perfection. And it doesn’t stop at the hair. Long, black, styled, every day it’s perfect. Obviously she doesn’t do it herself. Whose hair could look that perfect? A sleek ponytail, not one flyaway, pulled back tight and...


Dylan Anderson, Member

February 4, 2015

The elderly man in front of me is staring right at me, his hand clasped firmly around the handle of a gun. My comrades and I stand facing him, shoulder to shoulder, just as we were commanded. I have been in this situation several...

I hate everything besides cats and kale: A step by step guide to becoming rlly cool.

Emily Fritze, Social Media Editor

February 4, 2015

There are approximately 7 billion people in the world. Of these 7 billion only 4% are cool. This leaves 96% percent of the population utterly and completely lame. The strive for coolness is something almost every person attempts,...

The Last Crusade – Part 3

Helen Andersen, Member

October 5, 2014

SCENE 3 (the interior of an office. Mrs. White, the head editor of the main newspaper/website of Star City, the Star City Sentinel, sits at her desk, typing at her computer. She has red hair, streaked with gray, tied up in a t...

The Last Crusade – Part 2

Helen Andersen, Member

October 5, 2014

SCENE 2 Timothy stands stage left, an old-fashioned dial phone receiver in his hand. Stage right, Wendy and Joseph sit on a couch, evidently watching TV. On a table in front of them sits a more modern phone. The phone rings, and...

The Last Crusade – Part 1

Helen Andersen, Member

October 5, 2014

Prologue Timothy rushes onto center stage, in front of closed curtains. Timothy: Never fear, citizens! Crusader is here to save the day! He runs through, out of sight. Mrs. White walks onstage and stops in the center, i...


A.J. Ding

September 20, 2014

  How do you get around? Are you a driver? What kind of driver? Aggressive or easy-going? The driver who honks for 15 minutes because the person in front of you didn’t make the light, or the person who sits at the end o...

Precious Howl

Katherine O'Keeffe

March 9, 2014

It was cold. Too cold. Ma warned me to be back by nightfall, but the woods had never been so still. So pure. The bare branches hovered over me. I had already finished hunting, but I couldn’t get myself to move in the utter...

Stop Writing Poems About Love and Loss

Katie Brundage

November 11, 2013

Stop writing poems about love and loss. A girl drives her car into a lake and says she’s drowning in sorrow. Life isn’t a metaphor. She’s actually drowning. Her ex-boyfriend isn’t coming to save her. Instead of trying...

In His Eyes

Liz Klein

May 20, 2013

“This isn’t her, I swear,” Laine insisted. “I don’t know what happened. But she would never try to hurt anyone.” “She nearly blinded him.” "I know that,” Laine said impatiently. “But she would never tr...

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