by Justin Brunet In eighth grade, I went to the spot where my friend Aaron sat. He was working on his art project about his family boat, The Old Frenchmen. I wasn’t surprised. He had pride for his family’s pastime, especially their trawling company, C and P Distributing. He would tell me stories about his […]
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by Rosalyn Stilling Morning light filtered into the room, diffused by lace curtains, and scattered into soft floral patterns across the cream quilt. I opened my eyes and wiped the grit from them, sandy and heavy from a long night鈥檚 sleep. I stretched my little limbs across the soft, queen-sized bed, practically a swimming pool
By Julia Franks Long live the man with the power. The blood of characters shed for entertainment blesses the walls: a shed, a car, an alley way. Patterns of red and brains cover the imagination as we eat our popcorn and think to our selves, Blood and Guts? Tarantino. The wolf drives the car, Mr.
