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…
Category:Words
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…
Deliver Him From Evil — The Birth And Death Of Addiction
Abby N. Wright
As winter turned to spring, dirt-encrusted snow melted into patches of flattened grass. Hunter sat inside his Honda Civic with his best friend Eve—a YMCA parking lot serving as that night’s drug venue.
“Here, dude, try this. I just stole…
City of Promise
Jillian Schedneck
Every Tuesday and Thursday at dawn, I rode the 57 Bus into Kenmore Square–home of Fenway Park, the Citgo Sign, and Landsdowne Street, the center of Boston’s nightlife. By the time the sun peaked through the gray buildings on Commonwealth…
A Perfect Encounter
Jake Bennett
We met at a party. The kind of place I imagined many relationships form, without much hope of lasting. But our relationship was different. Certainly we believed it was. I suppose the main reason for this was that I was…
The Danger of Reading The Single Book: a plea for Cross-Cultural Reading
Chika Unigwe
One of my favorite poems- and has been since I was a child- is “The Blind Men and the Elephant” by John Godfrey Saxe. This poem illustrates, perfectly, what I call the Danger of Reading the Single Book.
It was…