Coming out

reflect an obsession with loss and isolation, and how it affects people. His modernist way of writing forces readers to think about his works in a multitude of ways. “The Waste Land” is a poem that is considered to be one of the best poems to come out in the twentieth century because of its ideas and the controversy surrounding the work. Even though at a first glance the poem is exceptionally bleak, parts of this poem are jolly and at times sarcastic. The mixing of levity and grimness in his…

fathers. After getting out of the cart they had to go from cart to cart to try and find them. Eventually they came to the cart that had Kostas in it. He told them to stay together and he gave them jackets and sock to keep them warm. Unfortunately Andrius did not find his father but he sent Lina and Jonas back to the cart. He wanted them to be safe but he also wanted to find his father. As soon as the two kids were going to get onto the cart the NKVD saw them. He had them come out from underneath…

of Rosa, age 28. She’s living with her 30 year old husband, Mark, and her five year old son, Jason. One day the Davis family went to an abandon creek to have a picnic. As they walked down the stream water on a cold day in 1978 there were bubbles coming out of the water. “Mommy,” Jason said, “why is there a lady sleeping in the water?” At that moment they started to run. Jason dropped his favorite blanket in the water. “No!” Jason screamed emotionally. “My blanket!” As he ran down into the…

A Nervous Song Rhys stepped out of the car and looked up at the sign on the wall. “Wirlpana’s Retirement Home,” he read out loud. How had it all come down to this? His mind turned to the hours and hours of practice, of the agony of stiffened fingers, a voice that could only croak after the long rehearsals. But all of the pain fled his memory, as the day was finally here. He took a deep breath and made his way to the door. With each step he took he became increasingly nervous, gripping his…

add to the ongoing conversation. Sometimes, experimentation with writing happens as writers feel the need to, maybe not say something completely new, but to say it in an innovative way. This is how new genres, such as American fabulism, are born, coming out of comparable stories like “The Man in the Woods” by Shirley Jackson and “The Summer People” by Kelly Link. There are many distinguishable features belonging to fabulist stories, so many that not all of them could be named, and Jackson and…

me being arrested and taken to the Polk County Jail. I learned that by making the right choices I will never end up taking two steps back again. It was almost midnight on a hot July weekend and my brothers and I were out past our curfew; and the only thing that’s out at that time of night is trouble. We were young and wild and used to doing…

As we finally got out of school, I met up with Jack and got on the bus. As we sat down in our regular seat, I asked Jack what the new Halo was like. “Well,” he said, ”It’s really awesome! The graphics are in 4k! They look so good! And, The story so far (I haven’t played much, so that we both don’t know what's going to happen) is amazing! It’s been thought out very well.” As Jack said all this, it only made my anticipation of the game grow…

going to him with this conch in my hands. I’m going to hold it out. Look, I’m going’ to say, you’re stronger than I am and you haven’t got asthma. You can see, I’m going’ to say, and with both eyes. But I don’t ask for my glasses back, not as a favor. I don’t ask you to be a sport, I’ll say, not because you’re strong, but because what’s right’s right. Give me my glasses, I’m going to say you got to!” (242) From this a fight breaks out and Piggy is killed in the incident. He didn’t get to speak…

“Nobody is the same. If we were all the same it would be bloody boring.” –Peter Hook. On one episode of Fairly Odd Parents, Timmy Turner wished that everyone would be the same. His world soon twisted into a grey, dreary place. All the characters had on the identical grey t-shirts with matching grey pants, they all lived in the same grey houses with the same grey art hanging up. They ate the same boring food as everyone else in the world. He instantaneously regretted his wish when he fathomed how…

ever so slowly, rubbed his forehead along his sleeve and watched the gloom in front of him. Somewhere out there Pa had circled around and was trampling through the woods, scaring everything away, away toward the clearing where he lay waiting. He laughed in his mind when he thought of the last time when Pa had gone down to the hut for a drink with the “boys”, as he called them. And when he came out his eyes were gleaming like the mischief15 and he wobbled16 in to the yard like he didn’t know how…