Category:Words

Two Dogs Without Recognition

Ava Grieco

As bystanders in life, we watch those suffering around us; unaware of what to do and unable to notice the pain living in the eyes of others. We stand here in life, questioning what is going on around us, focusing…

Review for Teodros Kiros’ Cambridge Days

Julia Rold

Observations about Westerners’ extreme tanning habits. Mediations on beauty and the state of contemporary Africa. Theories about the moral ethical self. Thoughts about God. Racy sex scenes. These are just a few of the many diverse and wonderful surprises a…

Cambridge Days (a novel)

Teodros Kiros

Cambridge Days is a unique literary work that systematically combines the genres of drama and story-telling. In this book, Professor Teodros Kiros, has assembled a diverse group of actors who love to make connections with areas of knowledge...

The Ungrateful Son

Dinty W. Moore

After the tale by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm Once a man was sitting with his wife. They had roasted a chicken which they were about to eat together. Then the man saw that his aged father was approaching, and he…

First Prize: Snapshots Of A Summer

Eddie Virgo

Winner of the Student Creative Nonfiction Contest Through dense fog, Sylvia and I ran down the barren street. It must have been four in the morning, yet neither of us showed signs of weariness. From above, we could hear the…

Second Prize: Chicken Soup

Athanasios Lazaro

Winner of the Student Creative Nonfiction Contest It was a cool, crisp evening. The golden sun was setting over the distant horizon, painting the clouds red. Blood was spurting from the mutilated stump of the chicken’s twitching neck, painting the…

Third Prize: Blankey

Myra Molloy

Winner of the Student Creative Nonfiction Contest I love my Blankey She is green and pink and blue Blankey loves me too 5. Lissy looked like a real bunny. Not the kind with big, cartoon eyes or a head too…

Alone, Together

Nicholas Combs

I am alone. Warm bodies surround me, preventing me from moving around in the cramped, humid subway car. The scents of trash, smoke, and human odor, mix together. I’m trapped in it, unable to get outside my own overworked mind.…

Third Eye

Lizzie Fasana

Clenching a pencil in his hands, my father begins to explain the size of my brain tumor. His fingers tremble as they trace the pencil’s lead, its bitten edges. His glazed eyes are transfixed on its exposed wood and its…