Archived: INK by Alexandra Basting

When the lights dropped, screams began. Jason Vorhees, Georgie, Jack Torrance, The Crow, and Jigsaw stepped onto the stage causing the screams to raise higher. We screamed with the villain from Friday the Thirteenth. Heavy lyrics about the curse of Crystal Lake, bearing our horns as he commanded the stage. Too soon, the lights dropped…

Archived: Blending With Your Worries by Casey Sandoval

Hi, my name is Anxiety, and I exist in, well, everyone; however, I am speaking to you in Casey’s mind.  I make him worry about family, friends, and everything else. I get along with my cousin Depression. Depression and I go way back, but let’s talk about me, since everything is about me.   As I…

Archived: I’m About To Break by Nathan Peterson

“I got an e-mail in my pocket, and I think it’s starting to melt!” The little ditty went through my head for the twentieth time that day. It was the opener for one of my Strong Bad Emails, an online cartoon I loved to death, and which my parents, for no real reason, despised. We…

Archived: Their First Dance by Maria Hernandez

In a small town in Zacatecas, Mexico, the first dance of the summer had begun. Rosa and her cousin, Natalia, were finally finished getting ready. They quietly snuck out the back door of their modest house and headed towards the ballroom in the plaza. The night sky was filled with shining bright stars and the…

Archived: My Hidden Truth by Maria Hernandez

My whole life has been a lie. This is so because I don’t belong in my own “home.” I never did. It’s even possible that the home that I’ve lived in for sixteen years doesn’t even know I exist. My home is the land of the free; I am not free. In fact, I am…

Archived: Scooch Over Bacon by Nathan Peterson

I’d like to write an essay about my mom, but I wouldn’t know where to start. Should it be a letter, like “Dear Mom,” or a biography, like “Her name was Mom, and this is her story…?” I could make a simple list of attributes, like 1, 2, 3, on to infinity, maybe a little…

Archived: Conflagration by Elizabeth Richards

Day Break When daybreak comes, I am afraid. I am afraid because no matter how hard I try, I cannot fathom seeing the damage done in the sunlight. During the night I steer clear of windows, for that is the only way that I have any light that I do not wish for. In the…

Archived: Little Shop Horrors by Adison Linder

Her hopes of getting a few moments of relative peace and quiet to contemplate whether waking up tomorrow would even be worth it were dashed when the man plopped down next to her. Resentment flared in her gut, churning her already soured stomach, as she felt the telltale vibrations of some inconsiderate civilian selecting—of all…

Archived: Steven’s Story by Nicholas Guzman

Steven Garcia sat in his bed, another long night of drinking behind him.  He lay in his ratty old bed, staring at the ceiling.  The paint was cracked. His eyes followed the crack to the out-of-place poster that hid the hole he hoped the landlord would never see. The hole was the consequence of another…

Archived: The Black Creek Gang by Mike Korth

I met Hawky and Co’ by the rotten old stump behind Old Man Jenkin’s place. We were somewhere around 14 years old that summer, the year I really got to know those two. They waited for me while I arrived late like I always did. Hawky, called that since he always hit his mark with…

Archived: A Halloween Party by Mike Korth

A man of gray in both face and clothing stood grounded in the swirling mists of the night. His features flattened against the backdrop thanks to the peculiar color of his skin. He stood silently and still as stone, watching a boy struggle with the lock on a door. A boy, dressed for a cold…

Archived: Finding the Part by Jarred Mendenhall

SCENE 1 A brown-haired girl is standing on a street corner, looking around, checking a folded paper she is holding and is accompanied by a blue-haired boy. Also looking. Both are wearing casual clothing. ATTICUS   So, Alice sent you…? JAYLENE  Yes. ATTICUS   To look for a part for her project. JAYLENE  Yes, but…

Archived: Memories by Jacquelyn Vick

The porch wraps at half, simple Craftsman columns uphold the porch roof, providing shelter from elements. One day, a woman will enjoy her coffee, waving to new neighbors. Now the siding is painted white, to give opening to the newness of the family home, where memories will grow like children raised inside the four walls….

Archived: Beholder’s Forge by Michael Quedenfeld

Slicing slyly, arrives the point. Warm to the sight, comes the color beauty beholden oh how it wields the flame creating forms of rigid tenacity and terrible usefulness. Creating the forge within a stream, or a spark, that connects and separates At the bearer’s hands. Tipping such a scale is in the mind of the…

Archived: Restless by Mike Korth

It’s two in the morning and I can’t sleep. It’s raining outside. Pouring, really. The rain taps firmly and incessantly on the glass. tap tap. tap. It makes me uneasy, the tapping. I try my best to avoid looking out of the window, just in case I see something out there. Even though I know…

Archived: Daydreaming by Alaina Kammersgard

The world floats by lazy eyes, enveloped in the shimmering iridescence of a soap bubble. Ears hum with the buzzing resonance of all that is, all that was, and all that is left to come. Caught in a quiet, fuzzy reverie, as life rolls on, and leaves me behind.

Archived: Antique Shop by Alaina Kammersgard

Wading through cluttered aisles, the fragrance of antiquated books wafting with each step towers of things piled upon things memories upon memories A rusted bike, missing its wheels A fraying rag doll with a stitched smile and one blue button eye A small, faded pink dress with a red stain on the sleeve A tattered…

Archived: Her by Phillip Muniz

She smelled like peaches and happiness. She feels like soft grass and a cool breeze on a summer day. She looks like God made another angel that day. She smiles like a faerie with a secret. Her laugh makes the whole earth go quiet. Her tears make all hearts softly break. She takes me along…

Archived: Loss by Phillip Muniz

I lie here waiting watching silent ‘neath the shadowy eaves of the broken night. Casting my mind to the lost and broken, lost in shadows, lost in light. What is it? Loss isn’t when you can’t find something, loss is when you feel the imprint. A blurry negative of what once was. Being lost in…

Archived: Would You Like A Receipt? by JJ Jimenez

I was always taught  To put receipts away. As every item is bought, In my desk that paper stays. From the headset on my desk  Including the board I type this on. Should something turn out grotesque By the next day it would be gone. But now, I think, should the time come,  That is…

Archived: The Clouds Are Different Here by JJ Jimenez

Sometime between dusk and dawn In a col stop on the edge of town A glass angel walked in the door. Though we wore no crown, She greeted each of us like queen. And with grace sat down to read. She was the friendliest face I’d seen After a night cold and tired. I was…

Archived: Hungover in a Museum by JJ Jimenez

Hungover in a museum  I struggled to read the self important words of artists that thought themselves poets and wordsmiths reaching into nothing trying to stitch meaning through the sterile displays after drinking with Foreigners seeing the palaces of Kings enjoying the beauty of Music these pompous halls held nothing for me with no one …

Archived: No Man’s Land by Kyle Cunningham

There is madness in the trenches Beneath the earth and crimson mud They fall to gain ascension Their ghosts will walk tonight Through no mans land and mortar shells They push on towards the light Unburdened by earthly fears and the outcomes of someone else’s fight Unburdened by the smell, the rats, The water, brown…

Archived: Die Luft by Katlynn Stecklein

You are the air around me, clairvoyant and amok I see you in everything, breathing you in You take shape in any form you want me to fill You are the air that inflames a fire that’s meant for destruction You are the air filling water molecules to wash me out That sits on top…

Archived: A Song for Someone by Adison Linder

I tried to write a song. A melancholy song, full of days of numbness like codeine, depriving me of all sensation, and nights spent staring at the wall because no matter how I tossed and turned or kicked, sleep wouldn’t bring its comatose embrace. A simple song, a D-minor, maybe an E-major, an A chord,…

Archived: The Desert Bluffs’ Corruption by Adison Linder

Light Like a thousand suns, never flickering, relentless beam of a beacon. It spreads everywhere, a tangle of vines suffocating out the dark. Nothing is safe from its interrogations. Everyone looks toward it, eyes bleeding, they cry out its name joyously. They praise it, adore it, worship it, that awful blinding light, But you close…

Archived: Fade to Black by Adison Linder

Serpent’s tongue, coated with silver, Says only what you want to hear. It wraps its coiling torso around your throat, Trapping your voice, now and forever. If you try to dig your nails into its iron scales, Free your windpipe to scream out, It just squeezes tighter. One lie is like a lighter It ignites…

Archived: The Halfling Prince by Zoe Coats

Lamentation garb, your falsehood Tears, the memory of an absent childhood Mourn me not, oh father of my sister Leave pine to the greenwood For no eulogy shall be penned In your crude scrawl And no forlorn preacher Reciting in his Southern drawl They fashioned me chains of iron As if that could hold their…

Archived: Nobody by Dez Albrecht

Nobody knows Where the Grim Reaper goes But the Grim Reaper feels quite alone. You see, nobody likes him Everyone fears him For doing the job he has to do The blue skies and the hot guys Are things he enjoys too But, in the end he does what he has to do Deep below,…

Archived: Quicksand by Katlynn Stecklein

Stepping out into the sand, I gaze The ocean never looked so clear So full of life and unexplored The ocean’s vastness looks so mesmerizing The blue filled with promise and happiness I see friends and family and laughter The sounds harmony lightens my heart I feel as though I am floating with the waves…

Archived: Lighthouse by Brandon Haas

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…

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…