The Sun of my Smile

Laura Sekarputri

Every time I look at my face in a mirror, I spot its dry skin, go away and forget the way I look. I hate the color of my skin. Like the ugly duckling, I’m the darkest among my family…

The True Nature of Religion

Salome Kotsoladze

Contemplating about the true nature of religion, whether or not religious beliefs lie in or outside the bounds of rationality and reasoning is something all of us have thought about. “Why religion, since so costly, has survived?”

The Blue Vase

Ellen Francese

The empty blue vase stood on the round white table in the kitchen. Early morning light crept through the jalousie’s slats and extended its fingers to the smooth surface of the vase. The glass was cool. Soft sunlight travelled across…

Setting and Structure Communication — An Analysis of Langston Hughes’ “Bop”

Mateo Rodo

The piece “Bop” by Langston Hughes is a dialectic expression of the Socratic method between two characters: Simple and the narrator, “I”. In this conversation, the subjects illustrate a teacher-student relationship.

Hometown Memories: Spring 2014

A Collection of Berklee Students

As I reach Woodlands train station, everything and everyone is moving in the speed of lightning. The human traffic moves like a colony of ants, coming from various directions. I soon realized that if I had stopped walking, everyone is going to crash into one another. Access control gates slams inward and outward like huge resounding metals in a factory. They go in sync and people go through them as quickly as they can – afraid the gates might just slam them. I walk without a care in the world. 7am: I am on my way to school.

An Authentic Angel

Chris Parlon

An Authentic Angel is a spoken short story piece by Berklee student Chris Parlon.…

Keeping Up Without the Joneses

Connor Buckley

This story is entirely a product of an interview that I conducted with my grandmother, the Milly of this story. It is a fictionalized reimagination of true facts and actual happenings. No scene in this story is my invention. My …

In a Nutshell

Nigel Newton

…I was born on July 28, 1990, and immediately regretted it. Had I been given the option I would’ve stayed in the womb indefinitely but life, much like Kim Jung Il, is a stern dictator that does not believe in personal freedoms.

Waltz with Elliot

Peter Iannitto

He’d have no momentum to continue if it weren’t for the smack in his veins. He doesn’t get his kicks from the stage anymore. As the last note of his orchestration fades away we’re left with a sad, frightened man, mumbling into the microphone, kindly asking the audience to stop yelling requests. He stares at the floor, recoiling into his shoulders, terrified.

I Like, I Love.

Allison Laroche

I like making lists. I like drinking with people, but I dislike being drunk. I like things I find in lost-in-found, thrift shops, and old vests my mother brings me from her youth. And I like that, too. Youth. I like the lingering scent of mine, when I think about it. Hot summer days trigger that sensation. Cigarette smoke, (maybe clove cigarettes, as well) Egyptian goddess oil mixed with sweat, cheap car fresheners, pumpkin lattes, and tanning lotion.