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…
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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: 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: 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…
Archived: The Unknown by Kristen Kolb
She wakes up finding herself on her porch surrounded only by the sounds of the storm. It is still dark out and she looks at her phone to see it is 3:30 in the morning. It is typical for her to fall asleep on her porch, she sits out there for hours listening to the…
Archived: And so, it Began by Robert Beeks
A young man’s joyful laughter can be heard as the beating of hoofs tear down the beaten path along the calm river. His joy reflected in nature around him as he rides a beautiful brown mare through the brush. A kind and soft face can be seen under a wide leather hat, his gentle eyes…
Archived: Get Out by Alexis Begeman
My palms were sweating and my heart was pounding at 100 miles per hour. I had never felt this way before. The thought of telling my mother made me sick to my stomach knowing there was no way to tell what she was going to say. After all, I am her child and she always…
Archived: Blue Monster by Alexis Begeman
My first day off in weeks seemed like a breath of fresh air. With nothing to do and nowhere to go, it seemed only fitting to wear my favorite Linkin Park T-Shirt. As I slid on the shirt, I could feel the intense love from the hug of my best friend. With her being away,…
Archived: Heeding the Call by Jarred Mendenhall
“…and that is how I ended up in a room with 4 guys and a video camera.” Gil boasted. “Oh…” Fiona replied. Both women strolled through the sea of people that coursed over the sidewalk of the city they had found themselves in. Gil’s way of dressing got several looks from people, but despite that,…
Archived: Lorb Bless by Jamie Chihuan
This was taken off the I-25 and HWY 119 intersection. Coming off the highway I noticed this man standing with his dog under this sign. I parked my car at a gas station nearby and quickly made my way over to the man. This was back in February and I unfortunately forgot this man’s name….
Archived: Printmaking by Miguel Rocha
2-color reduction linoleum relief print. Oil based ink was used and printed on mulberry paper.
Archived: Static Smile by Kado Covnot
Bio: I’ve been drawing all my life, but didn’t take it seriously till about 6th or 7th grade. I love being able to make a drawing, whether it is cute, creepy, or just plain out of nothing and watching my audience’s eye light up. I love hearing the “You drew that?” “How did you do…
Archived: Love for Peace by Sonia Billings
My favorite atmosphere is peace. Perhaps I value peace so much because I did not always have had it. I grew up in the midst of a civil war that lasted 12 years which caused a massive exodus to other countries, in search of living in a peaceful environment. The war in El Salvador began…
Archived: Queen of One Million Stars by Chloe Parsons
Scarlet memories written on the pane of a silver screen. Rose petal dreams flow while we dance in the vivid moonlight. Pushing away the pain of everyday life. We are free with the stars in the sky.
Archived: Head in the Clouds by Linnea Smith
Bio: Ever since I could hold a pencil, I’ve been drawing. Quietly in a corner, in my notebooks during school, just about anywhere I had the chance. I’m a very introverted person who enjoys being alone with my thoughts and observing the world around me, and I most naturally express myself through art. I’ve never…
Archived: Backyard Photograph Through the Eyes of a Nature Photographer by Nicole Peerman
Bio: My name is Nicole Peerman. For a long time in my life I have adventured with Photography on my own until the time came for me to be able to attend college in 2017, Graduated May 2011 from Northridge High School I’m currently a much more talented Aspiring Photographer / Nature Photographer, right along…
Archived: Fresh Prince of Boo by Kado Covnot
Bio: I’ve been drawing all my life, but didn’t take it seriously till about 6th or 7th grade. I love being able to make a drawing, whether it is cute, creepy, or just plain out of nothing and watching my audience’s eye light up. I love hearing the “You drew that?” “How did you do…
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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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…