Apotheosis

Tonight by Erin Lerch ’18

March 20, 2018

Filed under Prose 2018

It was 6:15 PM, and I sat behind the shed listening for the rumbling engine of her white Volkswagen. Ah. There she was. Just as I suspected she ran over the curb of her driveway. She always does that. I peered out from behind ...

To Kill A Cockatrice by Brady Solomon ’18

March 20, 2018

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There was a hesitant-sounding knock on the door. Jurian was impressed. A person being hesitant to knock was simple, but it took skill to make the actual noise sound hesitant. He opened the door––hesitantly, because someone who was unhappy...

The Troubles With Modern Telepathy by Spencer Sweeney ’18

March 20, 2018

Filed under Prose 2018

A scientist sat. Her white lab coat was covered with soot and particles of tissue. Her hair and face—splattered. She sat looking at a pile of gooey brain matter and preservative fluids. Her features were tired as she surveye...

The Library by Brady Solomon ’18

March 20, 2018

Filed under Prose 2018

[Author’s note: This story was originally written as my Advanced Comp. Imitation Essay, which was meant to be ~750 words. It’s meant to imitate the writing and humor of Terry Pratchett, author of the Discworld series of novels....

The Face That Weathered the Storm by Andrew Cadle ’18

March 20, 2018

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Rio de Janeiro has been a cultural hub along the Southeastern coast of Brazil for over 400 years. Luella, a woman nearing the end of her lifetime, has lived in Rio her entire life. As a young girl, she dreamed of writing stories ...

The Dead Never Really Die by Gus Beringer ’18

March 20, 2018

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Dirath Pathor tore through the woods with all the speed his small elvish legs would carry him. Three massive orcs pursued him on armored war horses. They hunted the trail Dirath left in the deep undergrowth of the forest. Dira...

The Color of Rain by Tenley Gage ’18

March 20, 2018

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The color grey effortlessly seeped through my window as the rain began to fall. Windows open, eyes shut; I was hidden in a labyrinth of pillows that only I knew the way out of. The fragrances of cotton and my mother loomed wit...

For Alice by Brady Solomon ’18

March 20, 2018

Filed under Prose 2018

Marcus didn’t do it for personal gain. It wasn’t for pride or money. He didn’t try to convince himself it was for the good of his countrymen. He did it for Alice. Everything he’d done was for her. The day he did it woul...

Days That Don’t Move by Abigail Gage ’18

March 20, 2018

Filed under Prose 2018

You’re more than that. God dammit, you’re more than that! You wake to see your reflection everyday just waiting for that day to cease. You walk down the same streets with the same footsteps that are heavier than the day b...

A Smell From the Past by Em Paquette ’19

March 20, 2018

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White Shoulders, a beautiful woman, coated in gold, fingerprints covering every inch of the top, with the liquids inside of it moving with the small movements of my fingertips. A small container, small enough to fit a few grape...

Under the Sheet by Alana Kabaka ’21

March 20, 2018

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     She was so pretty––her hair danced across her shoulders, and it looked like waves in the ocean. Her legs seemed to go on for miles. When she walked her steps covered the distance between us. I loved the way she talked ...

A Political Party by Ian Black ’18

March 20, 2018

Filed under Prose 2018

Editor's Note: This piece was written without using the letter 'e' a single time.   A nation in its most simplistic form is a group of individuals building a community through public discussion, which allows for crit...

Who I Am Vignettes by Sophia Coleman ’21

March 20, 2018

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The Sound Of My Name      Sophia Grace. What does this mean? Sophia means "woman of wisdom," which I find ironic. Don't ask why. Grace means "thankful spirit." To me, it is the little mixed girl who is mixed about a lot of t...