There Is A Snake In My Boot by Trisha Nelson

Based on a true story   “Miguel, you need to clean up your room!”   Miguel could hear the irritation in my voice. He scurried to his room, and I could hear him  picking up his toys and his shoes. It stopped suddenly after a few minutes. I marched to his bedroom, putting my hands…

The Weed in the Garden by Norma Keeney

I am looked upon as an annoyance that grows where grass should grow. I tower over the grass with my beautiful display of yellow flowers. Nevertheless, I am much more than that. I have the power to heal the human body. The liver loves me and cancer runs away from me. Yet, humans step on…

Dread by Luca Lovato

I can’t believe I’m here. visited by an old friend The cold embracing me tightly In its disgusting falsely used love Lifting my feet, I bring my knees to my chest My pale hands gripping the boney shins While roots grow out of my head to display little orange containers of light They’re beautiful, the…

Confliction and Acceptance (Confliction Part Two) by Flynn Kleppe

  Confliction Conflicting feelings, thoughts, ideas Apologizing for being a burden (even to myself) I’m trying to teach myself that logically, I am not a burden Anyone who says so isn’t needed in my life But after having these thoughts For so long And so often There’s no treasure map or instructions, Just a blank…

The Key by Ava Dudzak

It is the middle of fall and I am watching my younger brother play with his toy trucks in the backyard of my uncle’s house. Our parents always brought us here if they had a very important meeting to attend. Today was as slow as any other day at our uncle’s house. I could have…

The Message by Brenda Ottosen

I’ve read there are those who believe their loved ones were given a warning that death was approaching. Some were visited by loved ones who had already passed.  Others felt the overwhelming need to prepare for a trip. And some people received a sign to escort them, or coax them, toward a bright light. The…

A Blanket by Kadie Jones

  That’s all that was left, to show she had even been there in the first place. The red plaid fleece and Sherpa sat on the bed all by its lonesome, to remind him that no matter what, that would be her home. Some people leave their toiletries. You know, the ones that you can…

Swim Team by Cindy Jewkes

“Skylar, it’s time to GO!” I hollered while ushering Robbie and Nash into the family minivan. Goldfish crackers were permanently smashed into the carpets, and there was a neon yellow stain near Nash’s seat from spilled slime during a road trip. “I’m coming!” came Skylar’s voice from the bathroom. “Don’t forget your swim bag!” The…

Jay by Anna Johnson

  Jay He answers the door and asks “How’s my favorite EMT?” Jay has been here before and remembers me This time Jay asks “what’s going on with this toilet?” 6’0” tall he stands in the door At 62 years young with glasses to show it With those white New Balance shoes too you know…

Posted by Noah Berris

The death of American sportsmanship and liberty Will come at the hands of barbed wire fence and “No Trespassing” signs We will no longer be allowed to roam as barefoot children under big skies and rocky peaks The trout will still rise and the elk will still bugle But these things will be shackled to…

Ohio by Noah Berris

Do you remember the day you were born? Your mother’s cries shaking the walls of your wegiwa. While the lead from the white men splintered your home, And took your father from you. Do you remember the sounds of your squalls? The way they fluttered through the air like a hamo searching for an orchid….

Mittens by Breanna Lloyd Green

  I was like a doll, Ragged and torn, On the verge of falling apart, Then you came into my life, And started to parch me up. But now that you are gone, I am starting to tear again, I miss your hugs, I miss your inquiries on how I am, I miss you constant…

A Night in Siena by Cindy Jewkes

When I was a college freshman living in the dorms, a girl in my hall lent me her Josh Groban CD, insisting that I just had to listen to it. I was entranced by the exotic, beautiful music and immediately fell in love with the sound of the Italian language. Maybe it just sounded really…

Christmas Caps by Brooke Pippin

  My father emphasized traditions and Christmas was no exception Always, button up shirts and glasses of eggnog around the dinner table Regardless of heavy and  humid Decembers in Alabama But none was heavier than when his seat was left bare My mother bought the biggest tree, it scraped the ceiling And never had I…

Through the Darkest Nights by Phillip Lara

Biography: My name is Phillip Lara, and I usually go by Phil. I am currently pursuing a video production degree at Aims in hopes of working with film as a career. I have always loved being in the mountains since I can remember. It wasn’t until I was inspired by a friend who took photos…

Archived: Past the Storm by Serra Trent

  Biography: I’ve always had art and painting as a way to escape the worries of life. Still, I didn’t consider my smeared pigment on a canvas art until I turned 18 and allowed myself to practice more often. Since then, I have been learning on my own to hone this craft, improve my abilities, and…

Archived: Everlasting Bond by Hannah Tofflemoyer

  Biography: My artwork takes a critical look at the beauty and wonder of the world that many of us don’t get to see. As a future photojournalist, I am constantly looking for different ways to document the world around me. I take photographs that call attention to moments in time that are often overlooked. My…

Archived: The Cave of Glacial Obstruction by Kayla Wruck

  Biography: Hi, thank you for viewing my photography. My name is Kayla Wruck, and I am just your average college student with high goals and ambitions to start my own business and help others in every way I can. I have many little side hobbies that I enjoy doing outside of college, and one of…

Archived: Knitting Hands by Hannah Tofflemoyer

  Biography: My artwork takes a critical look at the beauty and wonder of the world that many of us don’t get to see. As a future photojournalist, I am constantly looking for different ways to document the world around me. I take photographs that call attention to moments in time that are often overlooked….

Archived: A Greying Morning by Phillip Lara

  Biography: My name is Phillip Lara. I normally go by Phil. I am currently pursuing an AAS degree in Video and Visual effects in hopes of being a film creator and director as well as a proficient story teller. I started taking photos at a young age, about 7 or 8 years old carrying a…

Archived: Learning to Fish by Devyn Wood

  Biography: I enrolled at AIMs to fulfill some course work I needed for my undergraduate degrees, though I specifically wanted to study under Professor G. Mark Lewis. I started taking extra coursework at AIMs since high school, and I have had nothing but wonderful experiences. I have had a DSLR in my hands since I…

Archived: Wait For Me by Kayla Wruck

  Biography: Hi, thank you for viewing my photography. My name is Kayla Wruck, and I am just your average college student with high goals and ambitions to start my own business and help others in every way I can. I have many little side hobbies that I enjoy doing outside of college, and one…

Archived: Untold Story of the E.R. by Abby Wagner

The past month had been gray. Nothing but gray, but my thoughts were only black and white. Emptiness filled my being; food lost all flavor, color lost all pigment, music lost all feeling, I lost all joy. There was no point to life anymore. I had felt emotions so intensely for years, and then, I…

Archived: MULTICOLOR AMERICA by Sonia Aquino Billings

The United States of America is known for its diversity. It was founded by immigrants from many countries around the world. Many people came to this promising land to conquer it from the Native Americans. Some people came voluntarily, others by force. No matter the reason, a nation was founded with a multicolor population. When…

Archived: Safety First, Roger by Nathan Peterson

“That’s my baby.” Barney stood as if he were riding a horse, his hat tilted back, enthusiastically pointing out the bar room window. He nodded to those nearby, his gaze returning outside; he just stood there. He whispered it again, more to himself, an assurance it was true, his smile never dimmed. “Just looks like…

Archived: Nameless by Zoe Coats

Her fingers were cold as frost-bitten glass. They twitched nervously in her lap, which was absurd because she had nothing to be nervous about. The doctor ushered her toward a chair, “Ms. Oswald, you might want to sit down for this.” She arched an eyebrow, “Just spit it out, young man. I don’t need to…

Archived: Little Red: Rider of the Hood by Zoe Coats

They called her ‘Little Red: Rider of the Hood.’ She was the leader of the Riders, the most fearsome gang in Cantum City. No one really knew what she looked like, but everyone said she wore a red cloak to hide her badly scarred face. No one entered or left the Hood without Little Red…

Archived: Praha by Madison Schneider

5:00 am alarm. On most days, she dreads the sound, but not today. Today, she wakes up in the glorious city of Prague, or Praha, to the locals. Klara has always dreamed of the day that she would visit one of the oldest and still most beautiful cities in the world, the country where her…

Archived: Roman by Madison Schneider

Hi, it’s me, Vinny. I know that you didn’t answer because you don’t recognize the number, and you never pick up when you don’t know the number. And the reason you don’t know the number is because I’ve never called. Gosh, I’m rambling and embarrassing myself. Maybe I should stick to writing letters or constantly…

Archived: Parallel Universe by Jenna Mora

You could say I was a little surprised when a portal opened up in my room. It was very late at night, and the house had settled gently into a comforting silence, interrupted occasionally by the chirping of a cricket. At the time, I was reading, tucked under my covers, too engrossed in an adventure…

Archived: The Origin of Magic by Robert Beeks

Act 1 The Concept of Creation to End Boredom Shadow: The beginning Elder/Narrator: God/Creator of the Realm and world and other gods Unknown Entity: Unknown Entity Balthan:  A lesser god tasked with the duty to protect and guide Malthan: A lesser god tasked with the duty to guide and protect   In a vast and…

Archived: Rotten Truth by Carolyn Hasty

a funeral a crowd of black swarming around a closed casket hot tears on cold cheeks four words, five syllables the sky became cloudy once the golden child died and I remained they look at me I know what they’re thinking four words, five syllables the dull cry of a violin footsteps far too gentle…

Archived: at last, sleep by Carolyn Hasty

you’ve hung your clothes on the line clipping each cloth gently with a clothespin praying it doesn’t rain knowing it doesn’t matter anyways   the kitchen sits empty darkness resting in every corner the smell of damp wood and coffee lingering in the air the loneliness oozing out of every inch of your being  …

Archived: Cairns by James Byrd

I awoke as I now know myself among the ash trees by a shallow pond, their branches spread wide. After taking a drink from the clear water I grabbed the smooth stones by the bank and considered how I may have found myself swaddled by the ashes’ shade. I pile the stones, starting from the…

Archived: A Series of 4 by Jose Flores

Aisumasen  Marmalade skies and tangerine trees Were just a daydream Milk and honey once sweet Is now empty as a yellow submarine I wish for yesterday But now she’s leaving home I wish it was getting better But sadly happiness is a warm gun The Gift Of Ignorance I was once a saturday child Batman,…

Archived: Stations by Nevaeh

In this state of mind A prison Feeling trapped in any direction I go Dreading what will come next That’ll never let me sleep Endless thoughts Some call it overthinking To me An everyday routine Some days it’s pianos and classical Others it’s heavy metal and rock Or neither Seems it plays these thoughts whenever…

Archived: Insomnia by Micaela Pinto

Insomnia My mind and heart crouch toe-to-toe, To wait for gunshot’s blast- For when it sounds, they’ll start to race, When all but time goes fast. Ah night has come, which splendid feast, Can body, mind, and soul sustain, I, for one, have starved so long, That hope, I know, is had in vain. For…

Archived: Fairy Friend by Nevaeh Barrera

After a morning of flying around the Forest of Constelville “flying” errands, I’m headed home to take an afternoon nap.  I have a close friend named Woodman. Woodman is made out of logs, twigs, and a whole lot of personality. One thing to seriously note about Woodman is that he doesn’t care for the privacy…

Archived: The Weight by Jose Flores

Content Warning* Story contains depictions of self-harm. (In any story you will ever read, there is a moral or something we take from it, but this story is only meant to be heard) It is a warm Sunday morning as a 15 year old boy is laying on a cold bed in an emergency room…

Archived: Spork by Taylor Pankewicz

The day was usual for Jerry. Be used at breakfast, set in the sink to soak, bath time, then back to bed. But this day was different. Today was the day he saw Sandra. Sandra the spoon, the most beautiful piece of silverware he had ever laid his eyes on. After breakfast the usual routine…

Archived: Italy in the Great War by William Flagge-Lee

The set resembles that of a dirty trench; the background set pieces have large mountains visible. Three characters are gathered around the trench. Two of them standing next to each other a fair distance away from the other who is standing on a box to elevate his height. The two men are wearing two messy…

Archived: July 3rd by Katrina Johns

Deep in my gut, the denial grew Blossoming over till it spilled anew Gone were those happy-go-lucky days, The day that July 3rd came Sweeping away what once was- My companion The heat of summer took you Before the first storm came, You were gone, and it came And I wept

Archived: The Body by Samantha Rivera

Characters Jasmine (Jaz) – Older sister Chloe (Chlo) – Younger sister Frank – The body The set shows rooms throughout the house. On the bottom floor, you can see a living room that leads into a kitchen. There are stairs going up from the living room into a hallway. You can see into two bedrooms…

Archived: Fire’s Whisper by Braidynne Brashear

Sweet candlelight. Dancing in the depths of nightfall. Sweet candlelight. Caressing the shadows all white. Wax runs down like a waterfall. It almost dies in a cool squall. Sweet candlelight.   Biography:  Braidynne Brashear started Aims in the fall of 2018 as a Concurrent Enrollment student. She graduated from high school and Aims in 2020. Braidynne…

Archived: Cold Tea by James Byrd

Setting: A City Court Room Time: Before and after a court case Character: A 20 year old contemplating the death of his mother and fate of his father  INT. BENCH OUT FRONT OF A COURTROOM – MIDDAY I would say I didn’t think it would happen to me or her, but that’s hard to say…

Archived: A Cat Named Wallet by Katherine Noce

Once upon a fine, grey afternoon, in the heart of some large city located some distance from here, the weatherman made no indication of snow. The weather had not received this memo and had proceeded to lightly rain tiny white crystals all over the place, leaving several inches of the stuff on the undisturbed rooftops…

Archived: A Writer’s Lament by Dasha

I hate to write poetry The words never go where I want ‘em They limp along precariously And they never stay where I put ‘em My rhyming scheme is inconsistent My meter is all wrong This poem needs some assistance No good words rhyme with wrong

Archived: American Farmer by Lisa Smith

American Farmer Golden seas of grain stretched out far and wide Hours of work put into the field Every farmer’s pride Hoping the harvest has good yield Praying for good weather American Farmers get no rest Keeping their farms together Vowing to give their very best The unsung heroes of our land We need to…