Boys and Girls

Dave Lee

“…Flat 9’s and sharp 11’s are the shit, especially on bass.” It’s painful hearing that, it truly is. It’s freshman year, I’m sitting in the Berklee caf eating alone, my girlfriend in Wisconsin and I have called it quits, and…

Louie Legendary

Greg Vogt

They always tell you that making a good first impression means everything, but if there is one thing I have learned since moving to Boston, it’s that first impressions often mean nothing. I’ll be the first to admit that I…

Someone to Sing To

Kelsey Worley

It was a gloomy, quiet morning in Harvard Square, and as I waited for Felix’s Shoe Repair to open, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me. I looked around, searching for a pair of eyes that…

Demeter

Rosemary Hilliard

The skeletal silhouettes of naked birch trees scratched against the window, creaking audibly in a cool, autumnal breeze. Vast, yellow tendrils of sunlight spilled from the whispering branches, pooling like liquid gold on the windowsill and green grass below. Far…

Metropolis: A Boston Summer

Kathryn Bilinski

THE TRAIN FROM CONNECTICUT: This train chugs along relentlessly – burning, yearning, returning – completely unaware of the sleepy state of its inhabitants. But today I feel akin to my locomotive as it thunders along the well-beaten path of a…

Racism in Restaurants

Courtney Swain

“I don’t want that table,” my colleague said to me. “They’re Canadians. You can take them if you want.” Before I walked up to the new table to great the customers, I wondered briefly at how she’d instantly judged our…

The Promise

Kiel Gulick

My first boss was an old slob, round in the middle, with a bald spot the size of a grapefruit on the back of his head. His name was Mike Palermo and the only job I could have seen…

My Grandmother the Alien

Luis Lascano

Every grandmother is crazy in some way. The reason for that may be related to the fact of simply having lived a long time. The “aging element” becomes more evident when they are put in the situation of having grandchildren.…

A Strange Encounter

Michael Hazani

I’m standing in a crowded street, a few feet away from a staircase leading down to the underground station. People blur by, walking purposefully, avoiding eye contact. The sun is already high in the sky; it must be noontime, or…

The Hero

Sue Buzzard

CREATION The Hero was born on a cold winter’s morn in December. The wind was blisteringly frigid and blowing to shake the eaves from the roof. The weather was too dangerous to go out or for a doctor to come…