Bio: Here in my final semester at Aims, I’ve really started to find myself in my graphic design style. I’ve been practicing and growing in graphic design for the past 6 years, and recently began working with digital paintings. Although I haven’t been doing digital paintings for long, I quickly fell in love with the…
Year: 2019
Archived: Hero’s Folly by Phillip Muniz
Vincent: A wealthy nobleman who fancies himself a knight James: A humble shepherd. Isabelle: A fiery girl who’s been trapped in a tower. Scene 1: 2 men in a wooded scene: one dressed in fine armor, one in a simple tunic.The knight calls out: Vincent: Ho there, young fellow! What brings you to these treacherous…
Archived: The Night Walkers by Zoe Coats
Bio: I love to play around with all different varieties of creativity. I enjoy painting, drawing, crafting, and writing. Creativity is very freeing, and you can break all the rules because rules are nonexistent. My other favorite pastime is reading. I am a big lover of stories, and I get much of my inspiration from…
Archived: Solare the Sun King by Persie Roberts-Mitchell
Bio: When I first started painting, I was exclusively interested in figure drawing. I have notebooks filled with just ballerinas. What fascinated me most about ballet was how the movement tells a story. Working on “Solare” and “Constellation” has been the first time I’ve told a story without dance, but I tried to keep the movement…
Archived: Constellation by Persie Roberts-Mitchell
Bio: When I first started painting, I was exclusively interested in figure drawing. I have notebooks filled with just ballerinas. What fascinated me most about ballet was how the movement tells a story. Working on “Solare” and “Constellation” has been the first time I’ve told a story without dance, but I tried to keep the…
Archived: The Age of Blossoming by Jasmine Rangel
Beauty The truth The sad reality of my life is… I’m not enough, a failure, I disregard my beauty, and so on. Enclosed in a shadow of my own self pity. The story of why Younger me wished to be seen. Seen by boys and viewed as beautiful, but no matter how hard I…
Archived: Dreaming by Josh Lopez
Dreaming The crimsons fade as dusk settles away I dreamt you here with me, overlooking our final moments The fires set deeply within I remember those nights when you held me near Your clouded mind fogging our vision Lying your fair frustration upon our bed Now, your fevered touch within my dreams raises…
Archived: The Nineteenth Alice by Adison Linder
Once upon a time, in a vast abyss, there was a dream. It was a small, insignificant dream, so much that the other dreams inhabiting the void ignored it completely. Nobody bothered to ask who dreamed it, or what it was. The tiny dream in question floated aimlessly in the corporeal darkness. It noticed as…
Archived: Vengeance by Josh Lopez
My body was in pain, and my heart raced as I fell and tumbled down a set of wooden steps. The shock of each collision with the water-damaged steps added to every wound I’d already suffered. The last thing I saw was gray cement, and everything went black, consciousness was ripped away like lost pages…
Archived: The Clearing by Josh Lopez
“Hey, it’s Dex! Do yo thang! Hehe!” I swallowed hard at the knot that formed at the back of my throat, and the sting of tears threatened a torrential downfall before I could start my message. His whimsical voice and ready laugh always brought a smile to my face, but today the sound of the…
Archived: Happy Death Day by Quinn Fegel
“This world is pretty fucked up ain’t it?” I asked myself in the mirror. Typical that there was no response. I felt numb, but I have seen this day coming for a very long time. I have not told anyone about this day. My thumb rubbed over the neat numbers on my wrist. My death…
Archived: Innocence by Quinn Fegel
Every death I experience brings me closer to mine. Death happens everyday; death is natural. That never makes it easy. I am surrounded by death, some good, most bad. The scars that line me are from death, but they originate from destructive people and destructive motives. Some in the ground already, some I’m still fighting…
Archived: Reaper: Flash Fiction by Alaina Kammersgard
Thump, thump, thump. Simon’s knuckles rapped against the worn oak door. Several minutes passed—no response. He rocked back and forth on his heels, eyeing the name on the mailbox. “R. Greene,” it read. He lifted his trembling fist to knock again, when the door finally creaked open. A faint beam of light streamed onto the…
Archived: Stranger on the Road by Ann McAdams
“Are you alright, ma’am?” The young sheriff’s deputy asked in a kind, southern drawl. “I guess so,” she said shaking. “I mean…I am not sure.” She sat on the passenger side of the truck. The door was open, the top right side of her body leaned against the front of the bench while her legs…