By: Sydney Vincent It was in the city of New York that there lived a rich family named the Frumps, who lived atop of their large apartment building in the most grandiose suites known to man, overlooking the lights and streets below. The father, Donald Frump, was a successful entrepreneur with the most luscious golden locks and smooth…Continue Reading Baron Frump
By: Joanna Messineo Darkness is Fear The light clicks off and you’re all alone in the room. Trust me, there are no monsters here, Mom had promised, but that was easier to believe when the light from the hall had seeped into all the corners of your room. Now, those same corners are blanketed…Continue Reading Thoughts on Darkness
By: Grace Shelton I know I should eat lunch. The skinny girls walking around campus probably still eat lunch. I haven’t eaten since four o’clock yesterday, nothing more than some tofu and rice; it makes sense to have another meal now and then dinner again at four o’clock today. Or maybe I should save that…Continue Reading Angeles
By: Lexie Pellegrin I’d grown accustomed to the sound of muffled yelling at a very young age; through three layers of My Little Pony coloring pages and a thick blanket strategically tacked to the hallway entrance leading to my bedroom, I could just barely make out some of the lethargic words that launched from Rod’s mouth. Something about a whole bench, a…Continue Reading We’re Okay
By: Andrea Repetz I’m here to say I see you. Being a sibling in the wake of chaos is a position that often goes without recognition. I just want to give you a pat on the back for weathering the layers of waves. Because to be the sister of someone facing some of the…Continue Reading For Sisters Facing Tough Shit
By: Jena Lui Ask me what I am thankful for and Grandmother, it goes back to you. Always. But I always think – could we not have gone back to the simpler times when I asked you on our walk back to (y)our home whether I should call you “Grandma” or “Grandmother” because English was…Continue Reading Grandmother’s Photo
By: Liam Sheahan In December of 1849 eviction finally reached Brian Connor of Kilrush, Ireland. He owed no debts and had farmed the sliver of land on his landlord’s property for years, carving an existence from borrowed land in hopes of someday finding his own. But the Quarter-Acre Clause of Britain’s Parliament gave his landlord…Continue Reading Land As a Weapon
