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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

Duck Tails

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