Confusion

By ThatSynGirl I love you with every ounce of soul in my body that I have left. Even though you took my heart and tore it through my chest. You’ve done this before, you’ve stolen my heart, and you’ve beaten it to a pulp. Then you’d hand it to me, and beg and plead to…

Bonnie

By Clint Theron Whispering wonderfully, we reminisce over the time when you were casually mooning over that Mexican boy wearing a green hoodie.  Hur-rawr-doh?  I never can pronounce it right. It beats lying sprawled out on the couch, eating Sun Chips and getting stoned. But hey, I don’t throw stones, and if you ever make the…

Human Seed

by Donald Reich The drops of rain came down like a torrent against the window. The rushing sound like a snare drum counting down, varying as the belts of rain subside and roar. Carleton sat on his favorite chair, a firm green armchair with a floral pattern. The floral pattern was an eyesore but the…

Musings on Wordlessness

By Richard Fairbanks What am I writing? I don’t rightly know, With no words to write, No things to show. If college-ruled paper, Could write on itself, A hundred grand stories, Would litter my shelf. But alas! words escape, They dwindle and die, Not so very frequent, As stars in the sky. If pen touches page,…

Space Aloner

by ThatSynGirl This is Moore. I’m one of the pilots from the spacecraft that went rogue. It’s lost all contact with Earth. This is just a journal entry. Just some thoughts. No one to talk to. May as well talk to a camera. It’s quiet up here. The most solitary silence that you will never…

The Culvert

by Anonymous   Curled up in the culvert, I spun the cylinder on my revolver as I struggled to release the last shred of emotions that had once made me feel human. To my surprise and discomfort, a black crow landed by my feet. To me, it was a sign that the loaded gun in…

From the Depths

By Justin Rifner Under the ocean blue, and cast from sight. Is a place where you, will find no light. Where ships do sink, and creatures creep. Hidden inside the brink, all you need is to take the leap. One ship still stands. Despite all odds, the captain asks a show of hands. Because of…

Staff — Spring 2015

Danielle Dean I’m an English major currently working towards earning my A.A.at SCF. Reading and writing have always been my favorite hobbies (bibliophile might as well be my middle name), and working in publication makes it easy to fulfill both of these! I hope to transfer to USF or another state school once I’ve finished…