In Lullabies by Lang Leav she begins by talking about her book saying, “I imagine it to be a bedside table kind of book–hopefully, one that you will pick up on some windy, restless night and it will sing you to sleep.” The book is split up into three chapters, “Duet,” “Interlude,” and “Finale.” Chapter … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: October 2014
Where, When, How: Making Time to Read or Write
If you are like many students, you have many obligations to meet; working, studying, shopping, and more. You may find it difficult to fit everything into a day, but you still have that short story you want to write, or that novel that you haven’t touched since you got it for Christmas. It’s easy to … Continue reading
Fertilizer — Alexander Boyd
Niko had never been entirely sane. Something was always a little off. Informing teenage volunteers about how to get out of a speeding ticket while still being a smartass was inappropriate and incited a rule that no volunteer could talk to him. Unlocking the gate to the lion holding and framing another keeper for it … Continue reading
Don’t Starve the Artists: How to Pay Bills with the Written Word While You’re Still in College
When I first told my mother I wanted to be a writer, she responded the way most rational parents do: “Ha! Good luck with that. Do you know how many writers actually get their stories published? Very few. You need something practical. Writing won’t pay the bills, and I don’t want you to be a … Continue reading
Elise Ivey — Mike Sauve
A message from Elise Ivey assaulted my inbox, and then the peace in my life: “I know you ‘ve always had a crush on me. I’m moving to Toronto. We should hang out.” Cute enough in those high school football game nights, Elise had now evolved into something altogether tragic in magnitude: long legs and eyelashes, … Continue reading
More Time for Me Time… — Leah Rea
Monday morning – I am once again at my desk and my fingers are tap dancing away over my keyboard as I look longingly at the hidden desk drawer which contains the ‘emergency’ supplies of snacks. Well, the name suggests aforementioned snacks are hardly ever touched, but frankly it feels as though every day has … Continue reading
Six Blocks — Emm Borgerding
Dear Spencer, I had my fortune told the night before the wedding. A woman with a red, porcelain mask over her face ran her fingers over my palms and had me spit into a bowl of cracked eggs and coffee grounds. She pinched shards of egg-shell between her yellow fingernails and crunched on them happily … Continue reading
