Archived: Frankenstein’s Folly by Renate Petitt

In the realm of the dank forgotten, a creature was born, forsaken by pride. Eyes flickering with hollow loneliness, a symphony of scars etched deeply, the pain shows. A personage stitched of sinew, raw and untainted, a patchwork of horrors, a tale intertwined. A scientist’s creation, cast out by fate, rejected by mankind, returned to…

Archived: War by Zachary Padilla

  Content Warning for self-harm. If you are experiencing a mental health crisis, thoughts of self-harm, or other emotional distress, please call the 988 crisis line for support.   Somedays It feels crazy, to want to be alive Like all around me is the smell of death As if God looks down on me as…

Archived: A Dark Winter by Julia Duvall

At first It’s not so bad  in fact it makes me glad.  Great white fluffy flakes falling to the ground covering it like a warm blanket.   What a refreshing feeling it is to walk out the door to such a site of the first fallen snow. Long awaited and welcomed back to my home…

Archived: The Endless Sea by Drew Brenengen

Bombs rained down followed by pamphlets urging families to flee Then we came ten thousand of us clustered on the outskirts surrounding the desert city its tan buildings clustered all holding a mystery We knew what was next an endless sea of doors untold carnage Behind each one a potential family a potential threat we…

Archived: Deep Thoughts by Connor J. Fellinger

With only seconds to spare, and mere seconds to think; As your fears begin to rise, and you don’t stop to blink, Your mind starts to race- only stopped by a crack. As you look up to gaze upon a broken-up mast.    In fear for your life, you run down below deck- But to…

Archived: Devils Advocate by Artemis Adams

They always told me the devil is bad “Don’t go looking for trouble,” they said, “He may seem fun, even just a tad, “but he’ll doom your soul and steal your head.” They force us to follow their rules and intimidate us into submission if we try to step out of line, they treat us…

Archived: My favorite Day by Kalie Minifield

My Favorite day was with you By the seaside Laid out on the warm sand, the hot sun baking our skin The sound of the waves crashing on the shore The sound of the gulls ringing in our ears Later in the day we got ice cream Me vanilla, you chocolate Opposite, just like our…

Archived: Rest with Hope by Jeffery Moser

Nature feigns to be asleep: Beetles burrow and disappear— Monarchs migrate south–crows behave like tombs– So, Winter readies himself, gingered by cheer, With Snow and the Old North Wind his constant boons. But I the while, sigh–chastened—and retire inside. It is time to think and bemoan my muse until warmer rays abide. Yet, beneath this…

Archived: Ode to Death by Emily Clemmons

Shivers running down my spine A cold touch, the touch of death The string has been cut, now to be assigned Heaven, Hell, Valhalla, all these choices depend on the last breath Your servants, Hades and Hel shall take good care of me Perhaps be a soul that can aid someone who has lost meaning…

Archived: Letting Go by Kimber Watson

    Every moment that passes by is empty without you. You were just here now you are gone For the life of me, I don’t know what to do. That moment in time when we first met, You turned my world upside down, When I fell head over heels in love. That moment when…

Archived: The King’s Apple by Zachary Powell

Once long ago, in a forgotten land much like our own, lay the old town of Vale. Vale lay cradled in a small vast valley, filled with great rolling hills interlocked with lazy, winding rivers and modest lakes filled with brisk, crystal-clear waters. All throughout the realm lay a plethora of apple trees as far…

Archived: The Artificial Play Projection System by Wyatt Johnson

Locations Back alley of New York Curtains still closed, Announcer walks to the center of the stage David: Welcome everyone! My name is David Walker. Investors, future stockholders, and hopefully future customers, what you are all about to see will completely change not just Broadway, but all forms of staged performances. Welcome to the first…

Archived: Death Bed

Author: Alicia Kane (she/her) Email: akane1@aims.edu Submission: Death Bed By Alicia Kane Firefly sat curled in her rickety old bed, the threadbare sheets barely enough to give any semblance of warmth. The harsh white ceiling light cast sharp shadows down onto the book she read, the rough grain of the paper making some of the…

Archived: A Trip to The Mountains by Katie Aguirre Castaneda

The little girl sat in the backseat of the jeep. The tires spinning and turning as the car pushed forward. The cool summer breeze blew against her, as her shoulder length hair flew around in the wind. The little girl bickered with her older brother as the jeep followed the curvy road. Her parents sitting…

Archived: Gilgamesh Rewrite by Brooklyn Sanz

In the year 2197, technology had reached a revolutionary peak that people had never thought possible. Cars no longer needed to be driven, wireless electricity had taken the world by storm, and artificial intelligence was thriving. However, the most groundbreaking and world-renowned technology was the ability to let people immortalize themselves via consciousness transferring. Thanks…

Archived: Play by Mary Jones

Hi, my name is Rosie, and I am a Little Brown Bat, also referred to as Myotis Lucifugus. We as the most common Bat species populate all of North America from Canada all the way down to New Mexico. Each year I raise one pup, and we all stay in Colorado all year hibernating in…

Archived: Circle of Loss by Phillip Muniz

Everyone knew not to look at the trees for too long. Stories had been passed down in the village of Anuria for longer than anyone could remember about the Forest. How it held everything together and about the Veil that separated our world from the Other. Everyone had their own idea about what the “Other…

Archived: The Last Light by Emma Serrano

“Care for some tea?” a small cup was placed in front of Anthony, the motion breaking him from his momentary trance, “It’s honeybush tea. I made it myself.” Anthony glanced between steaming the cup and the silver-haired male sitting across from him, “No, thank you.” he replied, slightly pushing the cup away to instate his…

Archived: The Opening Act by Morena Sanson

It is said that flowers that bloom the latest are the most beautiful. I find this saying to be true. I have sung mendacious praises for those beneath me, as humility shows true talent. My faith in you taught me patience, that you would not write of me without knowing I will achieve greatness. Though…

Archived: Grief by Marshall Lynn

Biography: Having lived with severe chronic illness since I was a child, I never thought I could make it to adulthood. I lived my days in constant pain, exhaustion, and unshakable sickness – something that carved my bones hollow and distorted my perception of reality. In my destroyed mind, there was no way that this…

Archived: Stone Heart by Nijal Kirby

My grandpappy used to always say that we were all born with hearts of gold. That we all naturally glowed brighter and with a gentler warmth than the sun could ever hope to match, and that we brought more joy and happiness than the peaceful dawn of a beautiful morn ever could. He’d always tell…

Archived: Red by Marshall Lynn

    Biography: Having lived with severe chronic illness since I was a child, I never thought I could make it to adulthood. I lived my days in constant pain, exhaustion, and unshakable sickness – something that carved my bones hollow and distorted my perception of reality. In my destroyed mind, there was no way…

Archived: The House by Marian Hesse

She opened the door and walked quietly into the house.  The place was completely still, and the sound of the train on 4th street was barely audible.  Each step created a small puff of dust and left the tread of her sneakers visible behind her.  There was a faint muskiness of wood and plaster in…

Archived: A Peony for Your Thoughts by Patience Cruise

“Thank you for meeting with us again Mrs. Hamilton.” The detective said kindly. “Of course. Though, I thought this was a classic, ‘husband ditches wife but doesn’t have the guts to tell her ’kind of case.” I let out a sarcastic laugh. “Unless do you have a lead?” I inquired.   Detective Raymer cleared his…

Archived: Hades’ Favor by Jocelyn Sailas

(Author’s Note: This is a scene from a much larger story that I am writing.) Hades was unfortunately growing accustomed to the journey between realms. He had used this means of travel more in the last few months than he had in a millennium. The changing gradient from dark to bright didn’t seem as long…

Archived: 518 by Makaelynn DuVall

I walked through the gates and vines to the backyard and was welcomed by a billow of smoke. The sisters gathered, grouped speaking low humming tones, raspy from the hot tar in their regal cigarettes. They wanted to smoke and so they would camp outside and wait between cigarettes. (If there was an in between)…

Archived: Royalty High-Card by Maddisen Applehans

Biography: I drew this as a way to show my appreciation for my boyfriend. I am someone who has a hard time expressing my feelings, verbally and physically. However, through this piece I was able to express to him just how much he has helped me and how much he motivates me to do my…

Archived: Imladris by Phillip Lara

Biography: I work in food services here at Aims. Ever since I can remember I have always enjoyed being a storyteller. Whether that is taking a pen or a picture to paper, my goal has always been to bring my stories to life and hopefully inspire and uplift anyone who finds an attachment to my…

Archived: You Will Be Mist by Phillip Lara

Biography: I work in food services here at Aims. Ever since I can remember I have always enjoyed being a storyteller. Whether that is taking a pen or a picture to paper, my goal has always been to bring my stories to life and hopefully inspire and uplift anyone who finds an attachment to my…

Archived: Autumn Falls by Phillip Lara

Biography: I work in food services here at Aims. Ever since I can remember I have always enjoyed being a storyteller. Whether that is taking a pen or a picture to paper, my goal has always been to bring my stories to life and hopefully inspire and uplift anyone who finds an attachment to my…

Archived: Waiting For Morning To Come by Phillip Lara

Biography: I work in food services here at Aims. Ever since I can remember I have always enjoyed being a storyteller. Whether that is taking a pen or a picture to paper, my goal has always been to bring my stories to life and hopefully inspire and uplift anyone who finds an attachment to my…

Archived: Home Is Where the Art Is by Phillip Lara

Biography: I work in food services here at Aims. Ever since I can remember I have always enjoyed being a storyteller. Whether that is taking a pen or a picture to paper, my goal has always been to bring my stories to life and hopefully inspire and uplift anyone who finds an attachment to my…

Archived: Autumn Cheer by Andrew Moline

Biography: Teaching Art is a passion for me; being able to create art among such a talented group of fellow faculty and student creators here at Aims is genuinely a dream come true. I love sharing advanced photo and lighting techniques with students and encouraging them to push their own creative boundaries further. I am…

Archived: Sunsets and Nature by Armando Lopez

Biography: I am a student at Aims. At first I had no idea what I wanted to do coming into Aims, but now I am hoping to pursue a career in photography. However, I would rather not limit myself to just photos because I am interested in all kinds of arts and I hope to…

Archived: Sunshine Mountain by Clint Heiner

Biography: Clint Heiner is a human, drawn to Aims because of a passion for teaching. He has been teaching history at Aims for almost eighteen years, he has been a chair for almost four years. He uses art, music, and poetry to express emotions and feelings all humans share as part of the human experience….

Archived: My Summer’s Tragedy by Araya Korgan

It’s a warm summer day, and I have my windows rolled down so I can feel the wind hit my skin. My sister is next to me and we are both singing our favorite song. She turns the radio up in the car full blast as we sing. I tap on my wheel while my…

Archived: Creation Myth of the Kaquich by Kalen Rieman

In the beginning, the earth was barren and blistering hot. There was no life, for Ra’kek the sun god’s unblinking stare was harsh and unforgiving. Eventually, they grew tired of watching only sand and determined to create some company. They cut off a small portion of their luminance and gathered sand from the desert below,…