Buddy The Squirrel
That pond. The beginning of my college career centers around a small pond placed in the hill behind Cole Library. I still remember the...
A Human Infinity
I want to explain something, so we can know each other better Sets. Collections of numerical elements bound by a unifying rule, a...
The Gilded Clock
The clock ticked consistently, loudly, and ominously as the president of the Corporate Alliance of Banking looked down at Tony from his...
The Best Person in Somewhereville
In Beckett’s eyes, Olivia is perfect. Okay, maybe perfect is too strong of a word. No human being is without flaws. She is no exception...
Fry Day
Reginald looked a lot like one would expect. He was distinguished, tall, thin, and had a Wondrous Moustache. His hair was white and he...
The Leftovers
Bill McKee is the only employee left at the Burrito Parabola for his first-ever shift on closing time. Bill had only started working at...
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The figure took a slow drag from his cigarette, breathing in and doing his best to clear his mind from the ugly task he was given by the...
Voices
I take a step and my ankle is stabbed with pain that makes me want to cry out but I swallow it down. Quiet. You have to be quiet. My...
Cried to Sleep
When David was a child, he never cried. Not over his scraped knees or when other kids would take his toys or when his parents were upset...
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Ink stained August’s fingertips, the stain fading from the dark black to lighter gray splatters near the middle knuckles, but stray dots...