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Stars That Are Fish

“Starfish, whose name marry the sky and the sea – the opposite ends of the world, also have in them a
bit of both: the practical will to live of fish, as well as the saintly detachment of stars.”

by Khanh Vu on March 31, 2019March 31, 2019

Sydney’s Blog

Rob Madole is composing a creative thesis for the Creative Writing Certificate. This is an excerpt from a larger work.

by Rob Madole on December 10, 2009March 17, 2013

Reuse, Recycle, Recover

Maybe he would drop the umbrella, walk away with long strides, and not even glance back at the girl with the ladybug canvas at her feet.

by Lavinia Liang on April 3, 2016April 6, 2016

STAY FOR GRANDMA

In a dark kitchen, bread crumbs, ghosts, and gooseberries.

by Maddy Pauchet on December 10, 2017December 10, 2017

Solstice Day

“Even the men, titillated by the brown bags of charcoal, pocketed their lighters and followed her instructions.”

by Peter Schmidt on March 12, 2017March 11, 2017

Old Friend

“There might still be a picture of me and Sam on his fridge from that year. We’re wearing red caps, all smiles, and holding autographed baseballs in clear plastic cubes.”

by Harry Gorman on April 4, 2024April 6, 2024

If a Princeton Student Transferred Schools but Kept the Princeton Ego

Speculative fiction with a dash of entitlement.

by Anya Miller on March 20, 2022March 20, 2022

The Day

“Dad, there’s something in the pool.”

by Oscar Mahoney on April 24, 2016

Don’t Let Your Friends Use Your iPhone

Even if their battery runs out and they really really need to check Snapchat.

by Zach Cohen on February 14, 2016February 21, 2016

The Head

“The ears had a pinkish color—a real lively color, like if The Head had stepped out in the cold of the previous night and come back in the morning. Simon marveled at the thought that El Chato had really killed this man with a saw.”

by Mariana Castillo on November 11, 2023

The Embargo

When I was fifteen, when my hair was growing down past my collar and my face was fixed into a jaded smirk, Mom and Dad decided it was time to get out. Out of the city; out of sinful, glorious … Read More

by John Shakespar on April 28, 2010March 17, 2013

Sol in the Evening

The sky looked like a bowl of discarded mussel shells. Tom thought this must have been the kind of dusk his grandfather fought and died under.

by Evan Coles on November 8, 2014November 9, 2014


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