My Colorado by Jen Thorpe

Bio: My name is Jen Thorpe. My journey at Aims Community College began with a desire to set an example worthy of emulation by my family, especially my six children. I will receive my Associate of Arts Degree, as well as a certificate of Communications Media, Journalism Writing in May. Photography has long been an…

Bridge Over Troubled Waters by Jen Thorpe

Bio: My name is Jen Thorpe. My journey at Aims Community College began with a desire to set an example worthy of emulation by my family, especially my six children. I will receive my Associate of Arts Degree, as well as a certificate of Communications Media, Journalism Writing in May. Photography has long been an enjoyed…

Fall is Here by Leah Ortowski

  Bio: I have a passion for photography because I can forever document a moment I want to remember. I enjoy being in nature, camera in hand, and enjoying the sights, aromas, and sounds of my surroundings. I enjoy using photography as a way to show the beauty of nature both on the macro and micro…

Mountain Lake by Leah Ortowski

  Bio: I have a passion for photography because I can forever document a moment I want to remember. I enjoy being in nature, camera in hand, and enjoying the sights, aromas, and sounds of my surroundings. I enjoy using photography as a way to show the beauty of nature both on the macro and micro…

Modern Man by Eric Reyes

Goodnight Moon… Hello Nightmares The fifth layer of my internal hell I wake up to find my conscious altered Flaming down like Icarus fell Hello Sun… Goodnight comfort An abstract painting of real life Typical feelings of anxious expression The conscious mind falls on the knife…

Night Glow by Gracie Marquez

  Bio: I am a 1989 graduate from Aims, and I have always believed that Aims was a great school back in the day. And, I still believe that to be true today, and that is why I have 3 out of 4 of my children attending currently (with the 4th not too far behind in…

Spring Blossom by Gracie Marquez

  Bio: I am a 1989 graduate from Aims, and I have always believed that Aims was a great school back in the day. And, I still believe that to be true today, and that is why I have 3 out of 4 of my children attending currently (with the 4th not too far behind…

Pacific Moon by Gracie Marquez

  Bio: I am a 1989 graduate from Aims, and I have always believed that Aims was a great school back in the day. And, I still believe that to be true today, and that is why I have 3 out of 4 of my children attending currently (with the 4th not too far behind in…

The Ghost Life by Tiffany Wohlgemuth

I still remember the burnt candles in the crawl space beneath our home. Fear shook me, and I loved it. On that day, my interest in the paranormal was ignited. The year was 2000, and we lived in a beautiful five-bedroom, hardwood floor, hundred-year old home. My family and I were ecstatic until things started…

Battle of the Snow Fort by Acey Jendzel-Scott

The siblings call in triumph; At last! It’s done! They proudly stand before Four cardinal walls of Snow – The beast watches She plots! She prowls! This wretched construction Has no place in her yard – The smaller sees her first What’s that? Look out! A monster with a black pelt Is racing towards their…

Ticket on a Greyhound by Meg Spencer

In the pastoral Blue Ridge Mountains, young women followed in the tradition of their mothers and sisters to attend Woodson College, a private women’s college of 800 students. During freshmen week at Woodson, girls arrived in Mercedes and Lincoln Continentals with their fathers—bankers, CEOs, politicians, and their mothers who cancelled Country Club tee times to…

Peppercorns by Jasmine Szabo

Rain pitter patters against my window in a soft, melancholy beat. The rhythm is familiar; the song is a crescendo that soothes even the faintest of heart. Dreary Sunday mornings like this, where it is never fully day or night, are rare. With both parents out of the house and no plans for the day,…

The Note by Jasmine Szabo

I always loved the summertime.   Elaina Martin, my dearest friend, used to come visit me during the long summers. We met in private school. Although she was of a well-to-do, wealthy family from the Cape and I, of a small farming community on a scholarship, we became fast friends. The first time Elaina came…

Sacred Moments by Sandra Bates

Dare I to tell you of Sacred Mount Sana in Finland?  Tell you things you may scoff at, criticize, or  disdain? I hope you’ve had these experiences too; if you haven’t, you may say my words are ghosts and untrue. I dare to spill my feelings and let the story unfold. A tale of possibilities,…

Last Breath by Sandra Bates

“The fat one’s no good. While she’s out, get me oxygen. In the hall. Do it now while she’s gone! The doctors don’t matter. They’re stupid. I know everything about this. I need 12. They are only giving me 6. I need 12! Get it! Do as I say. Get it now!” Conflicted, grief-stricken, obedient….

Family Room by Karen McCurley-Hardesty

2000: Unshagged red carpet: hole at the bottom of the stairs from sledding accidents. Brown television: Channel U, Rabbit Ears, Fuzzy pictures Yellow paisley couch: Treasures inside Headstands and wrestling Grey walls: Finger paint and crayon Cross-stitched marriage license 2001: Shiney Pergo floors: Green geometric rug No running Black television: Remote controls More channels Gold…

Archived: Benumbed, I Slept by Gil Ochoa

Benumbed, I slept in the old house of winter as the Earth and sea began to stir. No creature sighs of grief when the thaw washes land, when the green awakens from the stone. Burrowers shake off their sheets of dirt. The soil hums with the murmurs of their dreams. A flock of birds sing…

The Challenger by

The day was January 28th, the year 1986, the time 11:41 … a muggy day like every day in Florida where I grew up. The skies were the blue of Jimmy Stewart’s eyes in Rear Window. So clear and clean like the sheets hanging on the clothesline outside. I was 16 and playing hooky from…

Scara by Madison Williamson

The most vivid thing I remember about my dance with death is staring down the throat of a Golden Retriever. That, and watching a purely white towel become ruined by my own blood…I should start from the beginning. It was my parents’ wedding anniversary and I’m sure they had a romantic evening planned, although my…

Earth Travels by Madison Williamson

Log Entry 10 So far, this planet is quite plain. It has fantastical views and what not, but nothing too extraordinary. Humans are weird creatures. I have always heard that they are these incredibly intelligent beings, but they still wipe their own bottoms. How pathetic. They also sleep for recreational purposes, which I find odd….

Identity by Lalitha Rachapudi

Wearing his white cotton dhoti, a white cotton shirt, a black coat and a white topi , Subba Rao a  vakil at the New Municipal Court in the city of  Rajahmundry set out of his tile roofed house. Drawing water from the well in the backyard his wife called out, “Get home before dark. The…

TOGETHER FOREVER by Jane Oakeley

Missing for seventy-five years found in a melting glacier he a shoemaker and she a teacher a prolific Swiss couple Marcelin and Francine, had seven children she never climbed the glacier before and never would again. I imagine the fragrance of wine on their breath the sound of their laughter Marcelin singing sunshine on blue…

Archived: Yes, I am by Chivon Hernandez

I never thought it was a big deal, that I was Mexican and couldn’t speak Spanish. I grew up in a small country town where my cousins and I were the only Mexicans in our school besides maybe one other family. It was never brought to my attention that this was a bad thing. Growing…

Archived: Thai Me a River by Eric Bolson

The account you are about to hear is true. Names have been changed to protect the innocent, but the events depicted, to the best of my knowledge, are as closely aligned to what actually happened as Santa Claus is to the birth of Christ. My younger son was visiting during the summer a few years…

Archived: The spider by Eric Bolson

Then came a spider, efficient and horrid. Hoary limbs mincing, such terrible precision! Sable garbed, she glides, Balanced on daggered points Working in clockwork rhythm. Needling her way forward, such frightful care, One, two, tickling across my bound hands. Bio: I have been an Aims student since they used trimesters, way back in 1993 (off…

Archived: Another Day by Jonny Myers

Just another day in the office and it is the same routine: open the vault, get the stations ready for the tellers, open the doors and get ready to greet the customers. Suzanne has worked as the bank manager for 15 years and nothing exciting had happened, until today.   Suzanne kept mostly to herself…