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Aurora
The World
2013
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Aurora 2013
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Aurora 2013Aurora is the literary orum o Davis and
Elkins College. Its main goals are to showcasetalent among aculty, sta, and students,
and to stimulate the intellectual nerve o the
college as a whole. The journal is an annual
publication produced by student
editors and unded by the colleges student
assembly.
Editors:
Andrew Carroll
Barbara Fellenstein
Zachary J. Schmucker
Katie Wilson
Interim Advisor:
Dr. Katherine Osborne
Dedicated to:
All who contribute to the Aurora; this
magazine belongs to you
with special thanks to Dr. Bill King or his continuous support o
Aurora.
Cover Picture:
Color Wheel by Conner Berkey
Ralston Press, Buckhannon, West Virginia
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Table of ContentsBuddha Conner Berkey 1
To Be A Poet Richard Marzol 2
The Descent Alyse Prince 2
Stripes Jessica Williams 3
Invisible Wings Nicholas Carr 4
Damaged Suits Megan Samples 5-6
IL Est Fool Alyse Prince 6
What Im From... Andrew Carroll 7
To A Departed Spirit Helen Benigni 8
Carolina Jessica Williams 8
Enlightened Boy Leigh Ann Pearsall 9
Darkness Leigh Ann Pearsall 9
Sel-Indulgence Zachary J. Schmucker 10-12
What I See Feel and Hear Daniel Thomas 12
A Reapers Tale Alexander McCumbers 13-24
Remnant Conner Berkey 24
Walk on Water Nicole Wyatt 25
There Stands A Bridge Daniel Thomas 26
English Dept Social 2012 Group Poem 27-28Untitled Andrew Carroll 28
Observations
on Laundering Jessica Williams 29
Somewhere, Nowhere
Kind o Day Round Robin 30
Fossil Richard Marzol 31Untitled Adam Posey 31
The Highpoints Alexander McCumbers 32-33
Dining Hall Revolutions Jessica Williams 34
Dark Alyse Prince 35
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Ginsang Daniel Thomas 35
Brians Tale Alexander McCumbers 36
A Loggers Lament Daniel Thomas 37
Growth Andrew Carroll 37
How Great Thy War Tyler Pratt 38-46
Untitled Leigh Ann Pearsall 46
Chaos Alyse Prince 47
Untitled Haley Russell 47
Joyul Girls Leigh Ann Peasall 48
On Finishing Homework
beore Biking Bill King 49-51
The Adventure Nicole Wyatt 51
You Are the Devil Katie Wilson 52
Gone Like You Kendra Collett 52
Nicole WyattSeor Davis
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GCF Barbara Fellenstein 53
Truth Andrew Carroll 53
Untitled Round Robin 54
Biosphere J.A.S 55-61
Untitled Leigh Ann Pearsall 61
A Response to Jonathan Swits
The Ladys Dressing-Room
Anonymous 62-63
Lake Road West Susan Krako 63-64
Shaken Not Stirred Barbara Fellenstein 65-67
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The World Within Us
Ceramic Sculpture by Conner Berkey, Photo by Brett Kern
To conquer oneself is a greater taskthan conquering others. -Siddhartha Gautama Buddha
Buddha
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To Be A Poet
Is to stand naked
beore the worldwithout shame
nor apology...
to reveal all
scars and wrinkles
wrought by living;
all blemishes oear and ailure...
and to leave wide open
the bedroom door
o your soul
Richard Marzol
The Descent
Remove my disguise, this mask rom my ace,
Can anyone stay intact ater a all rom grace.
Can you still love me when Ive done what I must,
Or like our armor o old will your aith in me rust.
This blood on my hands, a price you couldnt pay,
Is the shield behind which we hid rom the mess o the bed we
lay. Now a ool in a room o Gods Ive become,
Still as tempered, sharp witted, silver tongued.Reusing to bow in this court o rauds,
Im back at the bottom rom whence Id once clawed.
Alyse Prince
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Stripes
Stripes deep and red
Blistered cutting cornersRaw and redened
Bearing my name
Thousands o names
Scarlet tears crashing
Shattering the starsPerorating sable seams
Our threads are but a dream
Unurled.
Wander in the eve tonight
Fresh dew settles by thmornColoured by yon drops o Son
Rivers ail to contain the
Zealous turbulence o lie
Caught between my ngers
Marbled and rozen in time
Precious time that astens me
With ribbons o grace
Jessica Williams
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Invisible Wings
I am rom a tightly gripped pencil, dancing around a resh piece
o paperSurrounded by revised visions and a dull eraser
From white and worn earbuds that hang, twisted and ree
Pumping a rapid stream o beats through me
From my turquoise covered iPod, tucked deep in my jeans
I am never one to make a scene
I am rom last seasons Aropostale sale
Cheaper than the new stu they put on the shel
From my glasses reective gleam
And my computers illuminated screen
I am rom a digital age
Demanding a aster pace
However, I am rom a set o wrinkled sheets
A lazy bed rom which I dangle my eet
From a cold operating table
My heart reworked and able
I am rom a surgical battleeld
Where not every scar is permanently healed
I am rom tired eyes and late nights
A home o love, pure and bright
From mountainous scenery and a limitless sky
I am rom invisible wings, ready to y
Nicholas Carr
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Damaged Suits
I was once beautiul.
Skin o porcelain and perhaps ivory;
Never-mind the light hue vapor upon air surace,
That now salutes the grey ash-like haze that kisses
The air maiden.
Eyes that once held such joy and blue,Now stand empty and venomous.
My wings no longer keep me aoat.
Withered and tattered; held down by the clods o
Unortunate human naivety.
They lack the white ruing
O a gentle breeze,
Merely crinkling and curling against a once strong heart.
A heart that barely even beats anymore.
The shadows let it beat - or Death is not to be tolerable.
Their words cloud my mind.
Or so are the athomless words spoken by dire riends.
The shadows are persistent - No one cares!
Are reliable - Calm yoursel!
Tell me things that perceive truth - Theyve hurt you beore,
whats to say they wont do it again?
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I ear or my soul - Theres no such thing as a soul. Let alone a
place or you!
Heaven can only shed tears or so long,
and Hell trembles at my monstrous orm.
I will nd no peace with either world.
My set course is upon this Earth;
So long as I accept my damaged suit,And the eatherless black wings
Adjourned rom my back.
Megan Samples
IL Est Fool
Stone aces betray eager hearts, like a cruel mocking aade,
Veils made o steel, cold, unmoving, odd.
Permanent masks hide the longing eye, cruel reminders o our
mistakes,
Moving lips cant say a word, causing hearts to break.
Like some sick jest were cursed with pasts we cant recall,
Like the Angel with broken wings, doomed to all.
And our only solace comes in the act that no one can see us cry,
So onward to Deaths cold arms a breath o relie well sigh.
Was is so long ago that we were godsback beore they took
our Voicenow were just Fools.
Alyse Prince
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What Im From...
Im rom Jurassic Park Jeeps
and tiny dinosaurs.
Im rom the Land Beore Time
and old VHS tapes.
Im rom green couches
and warm aghans.
Im rom the dirt
and the sand.
Im rom the mud between my toes
and the craysh in my hand.
Im rom the shadow o the sycamore.
and the creek underneath.
Im rom the spoons on the wall
and the places I never went.
Im rom the trains.
and the pus o smoke
they blow on tiny people.
In their tiny world in my tiny lie.
Im rom the sharp pine needles
that lled the plastic tub o
my diorama o the Powhatan Indians.
Andrew Carroll
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To A Departed Spirit
Somewhere, in the sap-stained branches o a tall sequoia
A red-tailed hawk crouches low, ready or take-oIts brown-red wings directed sunwise to aspiring height
Crystals o dew hanging rom each delicate eather
Like beads o a necklace pressed gently between a womans
breasts
Signaling the hawks intent.
Somewhere, in the dark pine orests above Poe Run Road
A doe startled by the sound o gunshot gazes west
Its chestnut chest pounding in a sot unbearable rhythm
Like the Cherokee widows eet o a ceremonial death-dance
A brown leather pouch dangling rom her neck
Dancing with her pain.
Somewhere, a spirit has departed.
Helen Benigni
Carolina
Jessica Williams
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Enlightened Boy
Leigh Ann Pearsall
Darkness
I dont hide rom the dark. I hide the people when it overcomes
me. I let it take over so I can think about why this happened,
what I have to do, what to do next. Lives dont change i no one
is willing. Sometimes you have to work through what is going on
and then ace the world around you. Nothing will ever end. You
will have to ace it your whole lie no matter what. Let the dark
come and overcome, think about it then let it go away.
Leigh Ann Pearsall
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Self Indulgence
In my ancestral home, the straight road leading out o the ham-
let,I was raised at the oot o the hill.
My ather was raised at the top.
My grandather was raised in the middle.
My great grandather died at the top.
My great uncle died three quarters o the way to the top.My grandather died at the top.
My ather lives at the top.
I live elsewhere, having spent the past ew years in the home or
wayward boys
Spending my mornings in Our Lady o the Perpetual HangoverBlanket Fort and Inrmary,
My weekends in dim lights outside and in, standing on porches
like a visiting spector staggering into the arms o alcoholism,
My weeknights in a actory, laboring on my own in ront o roar-
ing kilns.
My mother said best, I cant sit there all day looking at pictures
o paisley abric.
Am I the only one wondering aloud what book Dorian Grey had
published so many times and in so many colors?
Am I alone smoking cigarettes in empty parking lots and remem-
bering Italian waitresses?
But then again, Ive always allen or girls with smiles,
With hair,
With generally symmetrical eatures.
And my nervous tick o remembering the slurred mistakes Ive
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made,
Flinching when I think o phone calls I orced and stories I told
too many times, and people I disgusted.
I remember watching aces change when all my polished charm
had used itsel up and the grit beneath it shown through.
But praying to lost loves is like worshiping oreign gods:
Theyd be here i they wanted to be here.
Instead I trust in dreams and smile at back-lit smoke.
Its a stress ree lie when mother nature cuts your hair.
I wonder i my athers still alive at the top o the hill.Should I start building yet?
I am the German version o the Trojan Horse
And therein lies the story.
And these trendies, the ones who own it now, ancy themselves
so original.I was there when we all started wearing scarves again.
I was dreaming up excuses to wear plaid and riding boots,
Counting my paisley neckties and ordering them by color.
And I had no expectations o what was coming.
A ew saturated color pictures o me in ront o the planning
table seven years ago
And people assume I helped with the house o cards.
But I didnt.
I hoped this would all blow over quickly and I could go back to
what I cared or.
And who knows? It still might.
In 30 years time the at billed caps and the wallet chains might
end up on the right side o history while the human-amalgams
o 100 years o culture are as unrepentant as the Loyal Order o
the Sons o Disco. Both would be as welcome as the other.
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And perhaps Im wrong like the teenager who alls in love and
thinks that hes the only one.
I may be a ounding ather but that doesnt mean I love my sons.
All the best,
Local Postal Customer
Or Current Resident
Zachary J. Schmucker
What I see feel and hear
I have seen the sunset and the colors it creates not through my
glasses, but through the elds.... Through the dusty roads....
through the hollers.....and the mountain tops.... Through the
deep blue veins that hold dark secrets...... To places domesti-cated by man. And in a lovers eyes. Through clear whiskey, and
watermelon wine. I hear many things also.... I hear a long lost
whippoorwill.... Streams so warm everything dies through the
summer. And the lost art o y shing and y tying... I hear the
wonder o children among these things. But these things are not
lost on dea ears. There are many who listen. I eel things also. I
eel the concrete creeping. Pushing men like me urther back. I
eel experience overtaking youth. I eel a warmth rom within lit
by a re let smoldering now stoked on a lonely stretch o clear
mountain mornings. Though I know what I eel hear, and see. I
sometimes. Cannot control what I do. I have to use all that I am in
order to keep it tucked away. In its rusty cage. I see many things
dierent than other people do. I am not domesticated.
Daniel Thomas
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A Reapers Tale
An Everblade Story
The eld between the inner city and the armlands was literallycovered in bodies. Not a single inch o ground was let untainted
by the dead. They were piled rom each end o the peninsula,
stretching or miles. The Grand City o Tornal had been attacked
by an army o goblins and their kin. A brutal goblin chie had dis-
covered an ancient secret buried beneath the Devil Teeth moun-
tains. Ever since, the chie has made it his destiny to destroy Tor-nal and everyone in it. Unortunately, King Zarimus had become
ill and could not deend his air city with his mighty blade. This
brie moment o weakness has let Tornal open to attack. It was
only a matter o time beore the city was overrun.
General Havoc, an old riend o Zarimus, leads the army
into battle with his massive alchion. Havocs sheer erocity gives
the soldiers the morale boost they need to ght the equally
brutal goblins. A tide o goblins had washed into the armlands
that morning, burning everything they came across. Several
women were let to stare wide-eyed in a pool o blood, clutching
their lower abdomens and dreading what was now inside them.
Children were split down the middle. Fathers were castrated and
hung in the ruit trees. Blood-stained apples littered the ground.
Tornals deenders had ought valiantly and managed
to keep the goblins rom reaching the city. Using clever tactics
and the last reserves o their strength, the goblins had no choice
but to retreat. Presumably, they were now regrouping in the
many holes o the mountains to the south. All o Tornal rejoiced
at the victory, singing songs o praise to the gods. However, no
battle is ought without casualties. Havoc hung his head in sor-
row as he looked around what was once beautiul armland. His
shoulder-length hair was matted with blood and brain matter.
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It was once as brown as tree bark; now it has become an awul
crimson. Tiny droplets o pain streaked down his cheeks. Not
knowing anything else to do, submitting to the tide o emotions
swelling within him, he yelled at the sky. His cries reverberated
o the Devil Teeth Mountains, where the goblin chie scoed at
the sound. Ater his voice broke, he ell to his knees and sobbed
into his hands. Havocs voice was barely a whisper as he cursed,
Ill kill them all. No goblin will ever cross these elds again. All o
them will die. By my blade i I must.
Beyond the veil o mortal sight, the reapers ate their ll.They were strange creatures (by the denizens o the material
plane at least) o white. Their eyes were black pits, deeper than
any ocean. No legs were visible. They were like oating cloaks o
the purest white. When they came across one o the many souls
hovering above the dead, their mouth opened wide and swal-
lowed. Hundreds o reapers were easting at that moment. A seao the things covered the battleeld, a east in honor o death.
One o the reapers was eating a soul, satisying its primal
hunger. The oating orbs barely held a physical shape, clinging
on to any semblance o lie. The reaper moved on to another soul
as soon as the rst was eaten. Very ew people o the material
realm had any real knowledge about the reapers. However, brave
mages and scientists have perormed experiments in an attempt
to understand the phenomenon. Ater a lietime o research, a
scholar compiled his theories and ndings.
When one dies, the soul becomes exposed. It is tethered
to the body, clinging on as it is expected to do. Then, a reaper
happens by the soul. They seem to have an extra sense that nds
the dead. Once a soul is ound, the reaper tears into it like an
animal would. Ater a reaper eats a soul, the soul is transported
to Judgment, where its ate is decided. This process is similar to
the way we digest ood. Furthermore, one could disclaim those
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ndings or they hold no concrete evidence in avor or against.
The reapers had no concrete knowledge about the Judgment
process. All they knew was that ater a day their hunger would
return, no matter how many souls they collected. This one partic-
ular reaper suddenly elt very strange. It looked down to exam-
ine itsel and ound that beneath its cloak stood a pair o legs.
Fire burst in the reapers mind. Being an immortal being,
it had never experienced pain beore. This pain wouldve have
probably killed the average human or el, but the reaper could
not die. Thereore, the pain was all the more unbearable. Its at-tempt at a scream was like the sound o air escaping a punctured
lung, barely audible. The other reapers didnt even notice. Their
hunger was never-ending, all-encompassing. The reaper contin-
ued to eel pain, its vision blurring into single colors.
The reaper elt like an immense energy was gathering in
it. It couldnt escape, could be released to relieve the creatureo its anguish. In an instant, there was a terrible explosion that
rocked the very oundation o reality. The reaper elt like it had
been blown apart, existing as pieces. Suddenly, a voice spoke
to the reaper, You are my sword. You will do my bidding to my
exact details. Maintain balance at all costs. No lie is worth risking
it. The reaper was then thrown back together, a vacuum o wind
pulling all the pieces into one orm.
The reaper woke up, a lock o black hair obscuring its
vision. It had been given the orm o a young woman, slender,
gorgeous. Short black hair hung in an uneven pattern. Emeralds
shined brightly, ramed in white. Those eyes then blinked, blind-
ed by the material plane. Her body was small in proportion, but
strong. The girl could barely pull hersel up, shaking on her new
legs. Walking was a whole new experience. She looked around
with curious eyes and ound hersel in a small house. The house
was simply urnished with only a ew rooms. A mutilated body
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o a young man was pinned against the let wall. The reaper
ollowed the smeared blood on the wall with her eyes, all the
way up to a stained spear head. Its rst instinct was to search or
souls, but, to its disappointment, it ound none. A cold eeling
tingled her skin. The conused girl then realized that she was na-
ked and proceeded to search the house or clothes. It didnt take
long beore she was in a simple brown tunic and tan breeches.
There was a strange sound echoing rom just outside the
wooden walls. The girl walked out to nd a short, ugly creature
pulling an arrow out o its knee. Cartilage was smeared on thegoblins boots. It howled in pain as it nally pulled the arrow out.
As it lay on the ground bleeding, it caught sight o the girl. Hello,
my lady it said with a snarl. Would you like to bear my child?
At those words, rom the immense amount o adrenaline in its
system, it leapt at the girl with a dagger in hand.
Instinct took over.
The goblin missed his catch and ran headrst into the
wall o the house. It turned just in time to see a sword o blue re
in the middle o its ribs. No blood escaped its wound. It was as
i the blade was made o nothing and passed through the gob-
lin like a lea cutting through the air. The girl nished the slash,
the blade vanishing rom her hand. Unable to stop the bleeding
rom its insides, the goblin ell to the ground and witnessed the
harbinger o its death. The girl stooped down to the goblin and
examined the creature with a strange gaze. I you would have
killed me, I could not have walked down my destined path. You
compromise the balance. Your lie is not worth that risk.
The reaper turned, not caring enough to see the gob-
lin die, and started walking north. So many strange things had
become her. Just moments ago, her gender was neither male
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nor emale. Now, she had a emale body with extraordinary
power. The memory o that voice echoed in her mind. What kind
o being had such power to do what had been done to her? A
god perhaps? No, whatever had brought a reaper to the physical
plane was above the gods. The reaper decided to wait or orders
rom that being. Until then, she had to make sure she was hid-
den. However, how could one hide without a name? I shall be
known as Rosalyn Eversoul. A tting name, more tting than the
lost reaper, or any being, could ever realize.
Rosalyn continued north, avoiding large groups opeople. The sun dipped low. The moon, seeing this lapse, slowly
rose to take the suns place. Eventually, Rosalyn came upon a
large oak tree outside the wall o a great city. She then heard
the apping o wings and looked up to see a crow sitting on a
branch. Listen well, little reaper. I have a task or you, it told her
in a raspy voice. Rosalyn blinked a ew times, trying to see whatthis crow was beneath its physical orm. What sort o creature
are you and what gives you the authority to order me around like
a servant? she asked it. The crow laughed, sounding more like
a cough, and spoke with authority. You see me as inerior, but
youll be glad to know that I am just a messenger. You see, I can
hear all the voices o this world. Im giving you a task that was
passed to me by the being that created you.
Rosalyns breath stopped or a moment. Do you know
who it is? Or what it is? The crow shook its head and replied, I
do not. The voice echoed in the reapers mind yet again, a weird
memory on the verge o ading. She considered this ugly bird
and come to the conclusion that it spoken the truth; or she was
unable to nd a reason not to believe it. She dropped to one
knee and bowed her head. What is my task, Black Wing? Danc-
ing on the branch, the crow seemed to smile at this girls obedi-
ence. You are the keeper o balance. You will kill the holders o
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power in this world. Their lives mean nothing to your master. Kill
them, starting with a high-class mage named Victor Silverblood.
He keeps a special ring on his right hand that amplies spells.
The pompous bastard is considering opening a new guild and
creating an army o super mages. Youll nd him on an island to
the east named Coario. It sits in the path o two crossing rivers.
Ive heard that the city oats on the water.
How do you propose I get there? spat the reaper sarcastically.
The crow smirked at her. You stupid thing; use your wings.
The statement hadnt really made sense, until two large
wings o the purest white unurled rom her back. They stretched
at least a oot past her arms and were ull enough to catch the
slightest breeze. Rosalyn stretched her new appendages totheir limit, testing them or weakness. Finding none, she pushed
hersel o the ground and soared high into the sky. Her task
had been given, now she had to ulll it. Catching the closest
updrat, she headed west across the ocean. Her ight was impos-
sibly quick, taking mere minutes to reach her destination. She
hovered above the island or a while, examining the city. Under
the blanket o night, everything seemed so peaceul. However,
she knew instinctively that during the day the city would erupt
like a mound o angry ants with the promise o making coin. This
world seems to run on money, she thought, money and power.
She glided low to perch on a church steeple. The church was em-
blazoned with the symbol o Hildis, the goddess o healing and
light.
The agent o death scanned the houses. Each o them
was built entirely o wood. In act, the streets were also made o
wood. The whole town was built on a huge platorm constructed
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o the lightest wood in all o Hath. Unbeknownst to Rosalyn, the
town was tethered to the bottom o the ocean with magically
enhanced steel chains. I one stood on the edge o town, the drit
o the ocean could be elt. When a storm threatened Coario, the
high mages o the city would create a great barrier to keep the
oating city rom harm. Rosalyn didnt really need this insight
she had one task and it deserved her complete attention.
She continued to glide rom rootop to rootop, searching
or any sign o Victor Silverblood. It was then that she happened
upon a man and a young girl. They were walking side-by-side,the man holding the girl by the shoulder blade, guiding her
along and talking gallantly. The reaper elt a strange aura rom
the man, an aura o wrongness. Rosalyn strained to hear their
conversation while trying to stay out o sight. She willed her
wings away and hopped down to the street level. Her ootsteps
were silent as she stalked the couple, less than ten eet romthem. Please, Mr. Silverblood, this is hardly appropriate. You
have a wie.
I realize this, my ower, but you did want to see the ring
didnt you? I can give you one just as powerul. Ive learned how
to copy enchantments, you know. Please, let me show you. They
turned towards a lightless two-story home. The man climbed
the elegant steps, waved his hand in ront o the door, a slight
click ollowing, and guided the young girl in. Rosalyn kneeled
low and stepped up to the door. She wasnt quite sure how to
enter the house, but somehow she could see the mana swirling
in the door. Her emerald eyes narrowed, examining the intricate
spell. The magic was green, a mass o strands o power. However,
she ound that right in the middle was a central point to all the
strands. The reaper reached out her hand and placed it rmly
against that spot. The lock clicked and the door swung open.
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Luckily, Victor had led his victim upstairs and couldnt
have heard the door opening or seen the woman walk in. Rosa-
lyn listened closely and could hear the sound o the girls pro-
tests. In seconds, Rosalyn appeared at the cracked doorway o
the master bedroom. It was extravagantly decorated; the nest
tapestries and urniture were displayed in the large room. In the
center o the room was a huge bed, dressed in bright red. Rosa-
lyn watched her target push the girl rmly onto the blanket. He
began undoing his breeches. Ill give you power, he whispered,
but I must know i youre a worthy enough mage. Show me yourmagic. He added that last bit with a crazed laugh.
The reaper didnt need another reason to kill this man.
She willed her unique power to her hands, bringing orth a bow
o blue ame. Taking the proper stance, she raised her right hand
to the air. An arrow ormed in that hand. She knocked it, pulled
back, and aimed through the open crack. The girl in the bed-room began to scream, I this is what you want, Ill have no part
o your guild! The reaper let the arrow loose. It jumped like a
hungry animal and ound its meal in Victors heart.
His movement ceased entirely. Unable to speak, he
simply stared at the shat o re in his chest. His body collapsed,
landing on the right hal o the bed. The girl, eyes ull o tears,
tried to nd the origin o the murder. When the reaper walked
in, the girl could barely breathe rom right. Youre sae now,
little ower, Rosalyn told her. He was a terrible man and didnt
deserve lie. Dont be araid, my task is almost done. The reaper
walked over to the body and plucked a ring rom the mans hand.
She crushed the thing in her palm, a wisp o magic escaping it.
Out o her peripherals, Rosalyn caught a bright red light. Sud-
denly, a bolt o re hit her in the shoulder.
The reaper reeled, but caught her ooting quickly, using
the orce o the blast to put some distance between the two
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women. Conused at the attack, she looked up at the girl she
had just saved. The young girls arm was stretched out, smoke
pouring rom her palm. Monster! she screamed over and over.
Another reball came, then another. The reaper quickly willed
two swords to her hands and sliced the re. The ames licked all
around her, but she elt no pain. Her physical body was apparent-
ly numb to the pain. More reballs came roaring at her at once,
creating a star pattern in the air. Rosalyn olded her arms inward
and spun outward with her blades. A blast o wind deected the
attack, a testimony to the reapers inhuman reexes and power.Enough, exclaimed Rosalyn angrily.
With incredible speed, Rosalyn darted around the room.
She danced as she ran, dodging more blasts o the magical
inerno. Most o the room was covered in ames, the wood be-
ing devoured quickly. A black haze clung to the ceiling, slipping
through the cracks o the house. Rosalyn nally reached the girl,dispersed her weapons in a wisp o blue, and grabbed the mage
by the neck. She held that grip in a way that weakened the girls
thought and blocked her ability to speak. I saved you! Why do
you do this? the reaper asked angrily. She relaxed her grip, giv-
ing the girl time to answer the question.
I can see through your disguise demon! Youre a monster
and I must stop you rom hurting anyone else!
No! Im keeping balance in this world. It is my destiny.
The reaper icked her wrist. A loud snap echoed over the roar o
the ames around her. The girl hung limp in her hand. The reaper
let her all and escaped the house by crashing through the ceil-
ing. For a moment, those wings were bathed in re. However,
the ames quickly died rom the speed o her ight. A cloud o
embers gave an orange hue to the night sky.
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Later that night, Rosalyn again perched on the temple
to Hildis. The house was still burning. The mages had yet to
extinguish the mess. Panic seemed to slow their reaction to this
strange occurrence. An image o the girls words disturbed the
reaper. Monster, she had said. Am I truly a monster? Rosalyn
thought. She let her wings wrap around her slender orm. Her
hair ell in ront o her eyes like a mask. A amiliar utter came
rom her right. The crow cackled at her, Was your rst kill satisy-
ing, little reaper?
Rosalyn considered the question careully, but couldntcome up with an adequate answer. She had elt happy when the
arrow killed Victor Silverblood. However, the memory o that girl
still haunted her. Ater several silent minutes, she asked, Am I a
monster?
No, not at all, assured the crow. You are a weapon, aweapon o perect balance capable o xing this world.
By whose doctrine am I xing this world? Hildis? Glarix?
Malexin? What god created me?
That I dont know. All that I know is that I can hear its
voice and it tells me who you are supposed to kill. Now, be a
good little reaper and go kill Amy Whiteox.
No, Rosalyn replied rmly. That girl was right. What Ive
done tonight was wrong. What good has come rom killing those
mages? Another will surely take their place. I cannot continue to
accept your instructions. You or nothing else will tell me what to
do rom this moment on.
The crow became angry, apping and yelling. Some o
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it was hardly understandable and its words blended into a long
line o babble. Finally, the crow settled down a bit and very slow-
ly said, You cannot deny your creator. You would be a mindless
doll o death i it wasnt or him. Do you want to go back to that
lie, always hungry, never satised no matter how many souls
you consume? Youll kill your next target or the wrath o your cre-
ator will crush you. The bird then began to morph into a decrepit
man with black eathers poking out in random spots o his body.
Two dark wings hung rom his orearms. Talons like daggers
clacked across the stonework o the church. It apped violently,trying to knock the reaper o the building. Youre nothing but a
weapon! A common sword! it yelled as it attacked.
Rosalyn ew away rom the creature. Deantly, she
turned in midight and summoned a weapon to her grip. A large
shat o re stretched rom her hands, a large blade orming on
the top end. A wicked scythe blazed at her side. I, she said asshe swooped the scythe behind her shoulder, am no weapon.
The crow was ying towards her, talons outstretched. Rosalyn let
her wings old inwards. The all was angled towards her hated
opponent. With the speed o her all, she slashed out with her
weapon. The crow stopped in mid-ight, suspended by the pow-
er o the reapers scythe. Rosalyn landed elegantly on the church
o Hildis. Looking back, Rosalyn watched as the crow convulsed
in mid-air. Then it stopped. Several lines o re traced along its
orm, crossing its body in hundreds o diamonds. With a sudden
explosion, the demon burst into a red mist. Black eathers were
caught and scattered by the wind.
The sun began to rise behind the reaper. Ill carve my
own destiny, she said to hersel, Even i I have to ght my cre-
ator. In her chest, she could eel the tides o war rising again.
A new destiny was quickly approaching. At Tornal, the goblins
were marching again and they wanted nothing more than geno-
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cide. Knowing this to be wrong, Rosalyns wings spread wide,
dew glistening on her eathers. It is my choice to save those
people rom destruction, she said to any god or demon or angel
that happened to be listening, Try to stop me.
Alexander McCumbers
Remnant
Ceramic Sculpture by Conner Berkey, Photo by Brett Kern
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The World Around Us
Build therefore your own world. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
Walk on Water
Nicole Wyatt
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There Stands A Bridge
Up a road long orgotten/ there stands a bridge.
A small erocious stream/and a deep cut ravineIt guards a passage back in time.
Where Indians once roamed/and ur trappers seeked ortunes.
A gateway to the wilderness/ a place time stopped.
Now the boards lay slick with mold/ the piling rottingI brave this impediment cautiously inching along
The boards groan with my weight/ a slick sweat gathers on me
But I continue on/ driven by the need to escape
A need to shed my complicated adaptions to a modern world
I dream o a day I never have to cross the bridge twiceTo disappear into the wild/ like an Indian captive returning home
Home to his tribe/ to places without marks o man
Without tin cans, discarded coee cups, or candy wrappers
stued under mossy logs to places where the waters run pure,
pure as a young childs heart/ or eternity and orever/ never
crossing the bridge again
Daniel Thomas
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English Department Social Function 2012
Someone said, I play guitar,
But in a way that suggestedHe is beginning again,
Ater a pause, as i a
Les Paul might be too much.
He pulled the shabby thing up against his belly
Beore letting it rest gently upon his upper thigh.And he strummed and strummed.
A tune rom his heart
Mississippian, Hurting.
He took his guitar and let his shoes
Behind to eel the earth againAnd its rhythms move in his body.
Ater which the tides rose in him again
Liting boats he never knew he had.
And looking down at the hull
(which by the way was ull)
He cast wildly about or a pail
And (lost soul that he was)
Began uriously to bail.
Never clever, he set his sail
Where is he going? There is no knowing?
Location unknown, the water owing
Progress sinking sputtering slowing
And the water drained rom his ears, his chest, his sweaty eet.
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He announced Im on dry land.
Slow as molasses, but deliberate, like syrup.
What was I scared o, he thought?
I gotta meet somebody in about 5 minutes.
Im thinking Beanders.
Thats where I saw
Catman Seymour drinking
his whiskey and eating those ries.Those are some damn good ries.
A voice in the back o his head said it,
He listened, it cried, Youre outta credit!
He realized with a sigh,
Theres too much to buy.
I dont care, I just have to get it!
A Les Paul would never be too much.
Group Poem
Andrew Carrroll
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Observations on Laundering:
Theres an uneaten banana lying on the table beore me. Spotted
with bits o brown and black. I wonder how long its been sit-ting there. It could have been sitting there or an hour, or maybe
even days. This laundry room is kind o a lonely place; a place o
solitude and reection. It isnt all quiet and serene, though. The
constant humming o the dryers and the thundering cycles o
the washers break through the still atmosphere.
Ater some time, you realize that theres no reedom in this room.
It seems the machines dictate the duration o your visit, and
theres nothing glamorous about captivity. I one remains in the
laundry room or too long during the evening, they can sense
the hostility that emanates rom the machines. The boxed torsos
o the dryers resemble the snouts o beasts, and their blazingorange lights warn against taking your clothes out too early. The
washers watch endlessly, their Cyclops eyes burning into your
memory. Their constant gaze reminds you o the weekly collat-
eral: clean clothes or hours o your precious time.
It seems to me that time is whisked away over rapid waters when
you dont have enough o it, and when you have much time it
settles in the middle o a stream o honey. Sitting in the laundry
room is when those two streams come together; your time there
moves slowly, yet you still dont have enough time (or anything
else!). Immediate relie comes as the washers cycles end, and
an uncertain peace washes over me. Lugging my belongings to
a dryer, I console mysel with a little phrase: Only ty minutes
more.
Jessica Williams
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Nowhere, Somewhere, Kind of Day
It was the road to nowhere the road on a somewhere kind
o day. Jasper had no idea what he was talking about, but he
had been given leave rom the psychiatric ward and so it didntmatter. He thought it was nice and sunny, but really wasnt sure.
So Jasper then decided to take a long walk down by the lake. He
observed the ducks bobbing to and ro as the cool breeze lightly
danced on the surace o the placid lake. Jasper was certain that
the ducks were mocking him, so he began quacking back at
them in the breeze. When they paid him no attention he began
apping his arms wildly. People were startled by Jasper. They
were quick concerned by his condition but when they inquired
o his mental state he responded in a british accent stating Its a
ne morning governor. Unbeknownst to Jasper, the acade o his
British accent was seen through by a man standing close by who
was actually rom England. The man sarcastically asked how long
he had been in the country. Jasper replied, I was released rom
customs a ew days ago.
Jasper then, being quick o wit, asked the man i he would
like to smoke a aggot; hoping the colloquial term would make
the man certain o his British origins. The man, seeing through
this rouge, called the police and demanded that someone keep
this man rom disturbing the peace. When Jasper heard this call,
he jumped in a boat and rowed away. Jasper then ound himsel
saely back at the institution. Where saely chained to his bed he
dream o the day that he, Jasper, would go to Jakarta to jump to
the juniper tree on the jetty with Joseph, Jenny, Josephine, andPope John Paul. He could count all o them on his hand; in act,
thats all they were, gments o his imagination, and all he need-
ed to do was draw another riend on his thumb.
Jessica Williams, Andrew Carroll, Kara Parrack,and Hillary Paugh
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Fossil
Opening this book
o time;turning its shattered
pages
with chisel point
and hammer blow;
seeing the world
at its conceptionpictured in stone.
Richard Marzol
Adam Posey
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The Highpoints(Te 60 Line Challenge)
Mr. Frog lives in a pond,
Pondering,Ribbiting,
Snifng,
Tasting the air,
Eating unlucky ies,
Choking on wasps,
Growing,Breathing,
Sneezing,
Surviving the elements,
Dancing in the rain,
Conversing with the sh,
Playing chess with the crawdads,
Losing to the crawdads sharp wit,
Leaving his parents behind,
Finding his own home,
Making additions to his home in the mud,
Eyeing his pretty neighbor,
Laughing at her jokes,
Eating more ies,
Sleeping in the sun,
Writing songs or tonights perormance,
Warming up his vocal chords,
Inviting his neighbor to the show,
Drinking the cool water o the pond,
Hopping onto the stage,
Admiring the crowd,
Wishing he didnt have stage right,
Seeing his beautiul guest,
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Breathing deeply,
Singing the highs and lows,
Capturing his tenor voice,
Throwing it beore the crowd,
Ending the song,
Hating the silence that ollowed,
Seeing his guest stand and clap,
Swelling with pride,
Bowing,
Taking his girl home,Releasing his yearn or her,
Eating ies,
Learning o the git he gave her,
Digging a tunnel between their homes,
Making it bigger by wiggling,
Seeing the birth,Watching over the mass o eggs,
Already naming them,
Watching them hatch,
Seeing them o,
Hearing o their experiences,
Going to their shows,
Clapping wildly at their songs,
Going home,
Eating ies with his wie,
Feeling pain in his chest,
Falling to the ground,
Seeing the panic in her ace,
Reassuring her that itll be ok,
And saying goodbye.
Alexander McCumbers
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Dining Hall Revolutions
It is always possible to recognize novelty in the mundane. And
the places where one can nd reedom are oten times bizarre.
I was swept into one o these epiphanic episodes when I sud-
denly decided one morning that I have the power to choose my
own path. With a handul o swit movements, I broke away rom
the societal norms that chained me, that restrained me. I was
enlightened with the truth that i I so pleased, I could only toast
one hal o a bagel. No more scarng down one more hal thanI could manage at seven-thirty. No longer was I restricted to the
accepted custom o toasting a whole bagel.
And in that moment I reed my mind, orgetting about all o the
little people who could possibly nd my action oensive and
demeaning; that one action, which, however irritating yet insig-nicant to everyone else, was momentous to me. It was imme-
diate and it was empowering, and I elt that this one moment
would revolutionize the way morning olks could make choices.
The momentum o a revolutionarys will carries clear into the
entire week, as did mine. The next day, I was bold enough to
add granola rom the supposed cereal station to my rather
bland blueberry yogurt. Had I just created a masterpiece? Was
my innovation the saving grace that would solidiy change in
the caeteria? Would healthy, organic eating be restored to the
brainwashed people?
Although I knew that my vision was ar-etched, one-sided, and
eeting, I also knew that I had a dream. I had a dream, but I had
no answers.
Jessica Williams
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Dark
Should the night choose to orget the dawn, would the dark
cease to end?Living in a word where all is black and the old wounds never
mend.
The only source o light comes rom the glimmer o dying stars,
And all our secrets, cruel and vile, are illuminated by the moon-
light, like scratched and bleeding scars.
Alyse Prince
Ginsang
In early summer, or late spring
We take to the woods,
Searching or a git rom the hill
Through the coves, hollers, and ridges we search.
Raking aside the nettles that grow head high.
Along long orgotten places, we search.
Through the bush, and pine thickets.
Up rough stoned streams, where men avoid
Searching, guessing,and guessing again.Staring until all things blend together.
And as i lightning striking to close, you inch.
A icker o red,o in the distance, like a torch burning quick.
All your travels orgotten as you get closer to it.
The nettles no longer sting, the sprain doesnt hurt, and the
shovel is as a eather.Digging like a miner, with a ever driven by wealth untold.
At last the earth yields its bounty, another cigar root or my
satchel. I walk with a spring to my step, searching on.
Daniel Thomas
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Brians Tale over a Pint of MeadInspired by Stanley Kunitz
My name is Brian the StrongI arm the lands o England,
a keeper o horses,
a tiller o the land.
While relieving mysel,
behind my thatch house,I saw beore me a great light,
whiteness veiling my eyes
The light beckoned me,
Sucking me in.
I then awoke on a cold metal table,grey men peering over my skin.
Their hands tickled as they
Searched my naked body.
Then, holding strange swords,
they stabbed and stabbed and stabbed.
Blackness overtook me.
Ater landing hard in my eld,
I watched it disappear, amazed,
happy to be alive,
never again wanting to see
That castle in the sky.
Alexander McCumbers
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A Loggers Lament
As the morning breaks/ we all nish our coee and our lies
We put on our masks and heavy clothes to help protect againstthe death and the ear/we start our machines, slowly rumbling
and rattling and bursting to lie with a cloud o black smoke./
gradually, a ew drit o towards the rising sun. Some on oot
others riding grinding, rumbling machines, bucking the morning
chill. I light my rst cigarette, and draw on it like my last, know-
ing ull well I have another pack, but not i I will smoke it. As wearrive at our destination we unload. Our quarry is here. Open-
ing the sky broader everyday. As I size up my rst, knowing this
could be it. I sink deeper waiting or the sweet release. At last
with a crack and a groan it pulls loose. I run like I am on re, and
dive or cover. I have survived another ten minutes. I light my
next, dragging deeply. I hope to enjoy the next.
Daniel Thomas
Andrew CarrollGrowth
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How Great, Thy War
The bodies o the dead and the dying were all around
me. They were riends. They were enemies. They were strangers. Icould, in truth, barely see them through the lm o red covering
my eyes. It obscured the green and white tunics o the Unions
soldiers and the black armor o the Duchy o Tallah. I could barely
make out who was who in the chaos enveloping me. Whose side
was I on? The Unions or Tallahs? I couldnt remember.
I heard a cry o anger coming rom my let. I wheeledaround and made out a vague shape lumbering toward me,
sword in hand. My own sword was! Where was it? My heart
leapt in my chest as I scrambled to nd it. My scabbard hung
empty at my side, near the great gash rom which I ancied I
could see my own liver. It was only when the gure ell to the
ground in a cloud o blood that I realized it was gripped hard inmy right hand, and only when he cried garbled words or help
that I realized that it was I who elled him. My sword planted
itsel in his chest, stiing his pleas. I think he was my enemy. I
couldnt be sure.
He was my third. The rst that I killed, when I thought
I knew the meanings o good and evil, when I thought I knew
justice, went down in the rst charge. He was a young man, o
Goreyan descenthardly older than sixteen, I judged. When
I reached him, his sword was already held high above his head.
He swung, once. It dropped just two inches shy o my let oot.
He looked up at me in terrorhis rst battle, and he had already
made a grievous mistake. I had decided, then, to make sure he
made no more. I plunged my sword into his heart and drug it
upwards. He crumpled to the ground with one choked gasp, my
sword lodged in his lung.
That was the rst time I questioned my belies. I was
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always taught to keep my aith in the Union, that to aid in the
destruction o the Duchy was to ensure the survival o my coun-
try, and the survival o everyone I held dear. But that boys death
made me wonder. Was he taught much the same thing as I? Was
he told that to ght or the Duchy was a noble and just endeav-
or? I couldnt say, but I elt that the answer was yes.
Then weaponless, I reached or the rst blade I could
that belonging to my young oes corpse. The sword was shorter
than my ownabout six inches, to make it ideal or the ast
technique avored by the Duchys knightsand o a ar dierentmake. The hilt was slightly bulbous in the middle, and covered
not with the narrow strips o the gshrak leather that covered the
Unions swords, but with the rubber-covered eagle down o the
indigenous craw-caw birds o the east. The blade was broader
than my own, and tapered at the end. The het was dierent. It
was lighter and balanced more toward the center. But these di-erences were less jarring than the inscription on the side o the
blade: To our beloved son, Kalazaarmay the Maker watch over
you and return you saely. I dropped the sword, turned, and ran
toward the back lines.
I heard shouting aimed at me as I ed to the center o my
allies. They called me a coward, a babe, a deserter. They called
me these thingsmy own allies, men who had yet to spill blood!
My commanding ofcer approached me even as the hail o
enemy arrows approached and struck down knights all around
me. I mumbled something to him about losing my sword, and he
thrust another in my hands, turned me around, and shoved me
orward, back toward the ghting, back toward Hell.
My next opponent, it seemed, was a middle-aged Sashan.
I saw the blood on his sword and knew he had killed. I thought,
in my rantic struggle to regain my sense o right and wrong, that
it would be good and just to kill such a man. I dashed toward
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him with renewed vigor and swung my sword. It rebounded o
o his breastplate with a clang. He swung his own sword at me,
as quick as a whip. I ducked, hoping I might still have my head.
I didnt realize until later that his attack had sliced o my ear. I
rolled to the right, dodging another quick sweep o his sword,
stood, and lashed out at the gap between his helmet and his ar-
mor. The geyser that ollowed it painted my ace with his blood.
He went down clutching at the sizeable wound in his neck.
I turned my head, trying to nd another who had killed,
trying desperately to right the wrong o my rst. I locked eyeswith a seedy Duchy Knight who advanced slowly toward me
when I elt my oot pulled down. The son o a bull was still alive! I
whipped back towards him and lited my sword to bring it again
crashing down upon him. But his eyes stopped me. Even as
blood gushed rom his wound, tears ran rom his eyes. I was lost,
conused. I heard the other knight stepping toward me, but thewounded soldier held me there with his pitiul gaze.
And then he spoke. Please, he said to me, his voice wa-
vering like trees in a gentle breeze, dont let me die. I w-want to
see my d-da-daughter again . . .
At that moment, I knew, my eyes mirrored his. He wanted
to see his daughter, his only amily or all I knew and I had . . . O
Creator! I had made sure he never would again. Visions o my
own son and daughter ashed through my headthey were
only children. They couldnt even speak yet. Was I to ollow the
same ate as he?
The pain o my new adversary striking my side brought
me back to the moment. I wheeled around and struck the side o
his head with the hilt o my sword. He staggered backward and
a Union soldier, a Croon, I think, lobbed his head o o his shoul-
ders. I looked back at the man who gripped my heel, but his eyes
had darkened and his hand had loosened. His head was turned
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upwards. He was dead. The last thing he probably saw was some-
thing o violence, but I prayed to the creator that it was the sky
he saw when the lights in his eyes dimmed, and his daughters
ace in his mind when he aded towards nothingnessnot the
pain o his wound or the blood or the battle. But most o all, I
hoped that it was not my ace that was his last thought.
The battle raged onward. I had grown unable to tell riend
rom oe and so ell back, hoping that whoever was behind me
did not wish to see me dead. There were only the sounds o
battle around me: the clangs o steel on steel, the sot wap oarrows released, the screams o the dying conicting with the
joyous cries o their murderers, the crunching sound o bone
as bodies were trodden upon underoot, the sick squelches as
blade and arrow alike ound their mark. But beore all, I heard my
rapidly beating heart.
Is this what you wanted, my king? Is this what you want-ed, my glorious leader? That I, an unnamed soldier in the throes
o war should kill your enemies while you sit upon your golden
throne and laugh with painted ladies adorning your halls, their
lords in turn bowing to you and dancing with the daughters o
nobility while you atten yoursel with meat and brandy, leaving
precious esh clinging to the bones o your meal that will soon
lie with your trash in lieu o the bellies o the starving people
that still call you their king? Do you, who lies in a bed o silk with
women and men, slaves to your pleasure and your whim, you
who wears the nest o clothing while your people go naked,
you who declared war on our neighbors, thereby condemning
thousands o mennot just our enemies but your own people,
people who served you, who hailed you, who looked to you or
guidance, do you call this war just? Is this noble, to kill those
who oppose your laws and your values? Is it just to kill sons
and daughters and athers and mothers to satiate your sense o
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pride? Truly you must think so, or else I would be at home, taking
care o my children, making love to my wie, clinging on to what
happiness I could nd in such a grey world as this. You must be-
lieve that all should die or you, that all are or your glory. How
great, thy war! you must think to yoursel as you stroke the ur o
your lions and hunting beasts and stare out o the great stained-
glass windows o your halls. How great, thy war! you must think
to yoursel as you jest with your advisors and rest your arm on
the throne that could buy ood or the entire kingdom or a day.
How great, thy war! you must think to yoursel as you sit saebehind your palace guard, your advisors, your palace walls, your
city, your kingdom, the army that now crushes the knights o the
Duchy o Tallah that so opposed you. How great, thy war! you
must think to yoursel as you hide behind me.
The shouting and screaming had grown to phenomenal
levels. To my let, a Union soldier was pierced through the neckby the curved spear o a Duchy knight. To my right, another
Duchy soldier was eigning death to avoid the ghting. He was
trampled. I noticed the brutality with which my own allies treat-
ed the orces o Tallah. There were very ew one-hit kills. Most, it
seemed, sought to inict as much pain as was possible beore
dealing a atal blow. I saw swords striking stomachs, hammers
crushing knee-caps, axes embedding themselves in shoulders
pain, not quick death. Meanwhile, The Duchys soldiers hit two
targetsthe brain or the heart. Their blades struck true time
ater time, and even their arrows, unpredictable by their very
nature, sought and ound their targets.
As I dodged and weaved, ending o the attacks o my
enemies (i indeed I should still call them that), but not killing
not anymore, I turned what thoughts I could spare to the machi-
nations o the Duchy o Tallah. They were a nation o comparable
size to the Union, and boasted just as impressive a military orce.
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Theyve been a peaceul enough people; they never intentionally
harmed the Union and had, even beore other countries o the
Aklanan continent, abolished slavery and instated an economical
system that other kingdoms took decades to emulate.
Why were we in a war with such a paradise then? The
Union was comprised o ve smaller kingdoms: Alstead, La
Rama, Quarro, Luchese, and Morinateu. They were united seven
hundred years ago by the hero-king Sharrah, who promised a
kingdom o justice and opportunity, where even the poor might
play their part. He created schools o knowledge, a socialisticgovernment with his chancellors and his captains, and taught
the people how to read, write, and how to grow more ood with
less eort, that none might starve.
Seven hundred years later, his twelve-time great-grand-
son inherited the throne. There was nothing let o the utopia
that once was. King Kush let his people suer, that he might livein comort until he died. Many o his subjects died in the topaz
and emerald mines that made up much o the Unions riches.
But the products o their labor did nothing more than adorn the
crowns and orbs and swords that served as King Kushs symbols
o ofce.
That he might restore the Union to the way it once was,
the king sent request to the Duke o Tallah, Lothus II, that the
Duchy might join us in a mutually benecial relationship. But
Duke Lothus was wary o the Union, and eared that his people
might become poisoned by the ways o his neighbors. Lothus
reused, and Kush declared war on them, that he might conquer
Tallah and make his kingdom grow strong again.
We ought or the pride o the king, not or the good o
the people. The scabbard by my side I wore not to protect the
people o my country rom the wicked, but to raise the ego o
Kush. For my part, I had done him a service. Three men had died
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by my hands; nothing less could be asked o a soldier o the
Union.
I had begun to reach the back line o the Duchys
knightsvery ew Union soldiers had passed through here;
the stinking bodies o those that did lay strewn about the eld,
crushed and cast aside like rotten ruit. Beore me were the two
hundred or so knights that survived the Unions onslaught. They
glared at me with the murderous intent o a newly-widowed
woman acing her husbands killer. Behind them all was the
commanding ofcer, dierentiated rom the oot-soldiers by theheavy iron shoulder-pads and the violet plume o thunderbird
eathers billowing rom the top o the helmet. She held up two
standard-issue short swords, directing the ow o battle.
Onward! Onward! she called to them. We cant let these
Union mongrels through! Even those soldiers in the backthe
Goreyans, the Molleyans, the KShalls, timid by natureeventhey harkened to her call and pushed through. None o them
were rightened like some o the soldiers o the Union. None o
them quivered and shook. They were as solid as the steel in their
blades. That was when I realized that they did not ght or glory,
but or good. Was I a nightmare in their eyes? I wondered. Did
they see me as some kind o monster?
I pushed through their ranks, still deecting incoming
blows. I took a nick now and then, to my shoulder, to my good
ear, and to my right ank, but I pressed on. I heard the twang
o another arrow and saw it hurling headlong towards my eye. I
turned my head in time to avoid an eye-gouging, but the arrow
still ound a mark in my cheek, barreling through one side and
out the other. The pain was immenselike I had just tried to eat
a bulb o reshly-blown glass. Blood and saliva mixed together
and dropped onto my breastplate.
I was a wreck, but I continued to press mysel into them,
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taking blows on my helmet that knocked me senseless, parries
that stunned my arms, and more than a ew savage kicks (to the
chest and otherwise). The men and women that struck at me
kept coming, and or a moment, I eared their numbers innite.
The roaring in my one good ear threw me o-balance. I had
begun to grow weak rom blood loss. When I looked down at my
let hand, I was missing two o my digits, and had a deep gash in
the center o the palm. I was dying, and I knew it.
I ell at last to my stomach when I could stand no longer.
The rays o the setting sun washed over me, blanketing me inwarmth, but I elt cold, oh so cold. I lited my head, my battered,
slobbering jaw wide open as I took deep, laborious breaths, and
beheld the general o the Duchys deense. She was a Frost-Eld,
rare in that day and age. Auburn hair ell rom her helmet like re
rom a burning hut. She looked at me with a blank ace, her clear
green eyes passing over me as though I were nothing more thana part o the grounddirt and dust and dead leaves. And per-
haps I was, or would be soon. I reached out with my weakened
hand and grazed the embroidered steel greave on her shinone
moment, two, and then no more. She walked on just as briskly as
she had come.
I rolled mysel over to my back and watcher her leave,
hips swinging gently. She called out more orders to her troops
as they battled, and I saw that they had turned the tide o the
battle. There were perhaps ty Union soldiers letthree times
less than what I saw o the Duchy knights. They would win the
battle, I was sure, and perhaps even the war. They were the he-
roes in this play o plays, and I suppose that made us the villains.
But that was okay, I thought, as I heard a Duchy knight approach
me rom the side. I could live with that. Because good will al-
ways triumph over evil, even when the sides are masked behind
riends and kings. Evil isnt always a general shouting orders or
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death and torture. Sometimes, it is the sot voice o a riend or
a lover. And good isnt benevolence. Sometimes, it is the cruel
steel blade o a alchion. I could die, content in this knowledge.
I looked up at the sky, at the thin rays o light that even
then seemed to slip away behind the mountains. The purples
and pinks and oranges o the sky descended on me, comorting
me as my hearing went and my breathing grew erratic. The sky
was beautiul in my eyesthe descending blade o the Duchy
knights sword even more so.
Tyler Pratt
Leigh Ann Pearsell
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Chaos
What was the bitter volition that orced its iron grip on our
hearts?
What was the nature o the beast that took control, with an ago-
nizing grip?
How could we come so ar and yet be so unmoved rom the
places where we start?
Was this all some descent, some all, only instigated by an acci-
dental trip?
Chaos
What was the bitter volition that orced its iron grip on our
hearts?
What was the nature o the beast that took control, with an ago-
nizing grip?
How could we come so ar and yet be so unmoved rom the
places where we start?
Was this all some descent, some all, only instigated by an acci-
dental trip?
Alyse Prince
Haley Russell
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The World BetweenUsJoyful Girls
Leigh Ann Peasall
Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... Ithas no survival value; rather it is one of those things which
give value to survival.-C.S Lewis
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On Finishing Homework before Biking--or Walter
There is a pointwhen too much instruction
produces a diminishing return
and the chin drops, and hard shoulders rise,
and hands made or ddle strings
and handlebars
become great bouldersrolled into the mouths o tiny caves
the ace shimmers
in the tables chestnut grain,
then, like a lea above water
beore letting go.
He could be bending spoons with his mind
willing bowls and butter
to tack across the bay,
white napkins to utter up like wounded birds
that all and rise and all again,
my lips still apping
his eyes drop like anchors into the deep
then, and or all I know,
he is slipping headlong
into ghost nets
I cast long ago.
So I say, OK.
Get your helmet,
knowing that he knows
I will still make him wait,
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checking chinstrap or tire pressure,
beore we bump o the stoop
shove o shoulder to shoulder
and begin to breathe new blacktop
like we always do,
under our ragged blue river
rippled with crows
cracking a thousand little doors
I can not possibly look behind,
or through,as he pumps harder now
or the cut-through at the end o the block,
past stop signs
and houses howling
dogs on chains
and children chalking sidewalkswith numbers and rainbows and landing strips
until, lagging behind,
I see the place he is headed or
a copse o great grey trees
that blazes beyond the pasture
streaking pink and yellow,
one thin green snake o grass
growing between us now
he leaning into his
groove o gravel
and I into mine
both o us making
or the leaves and mud
we can smell on a wind
growing stronger now
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blowing re and beating blood
so loud you cant help but stop,
try to make him out
through the merciul blur
yes, pausing now, as he rises up on pedals,
as he crests the rise,
as he swivels about or a sign
rom you,
sitting there in a thin rut o roadbeneath a blank ocean o sky
already waving him on
into the beautiul dark
o the burning wood.
Bill KingThe Adventure
Nicole Wyatt
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You Are the Devil
You lie, you cheat, and you steal.
You beat and you starve.I loved and trusted you at one time.
Now, I dont.
I nally see,
You Are the Devil.
Katie Wilson
Gone Like You
The big twenty-one
Lots o drinking and un
But that un is not or us.
For us the big twenty-one is empty
The birthday boy, gone.
Never orgotten, always loved
But I cant send your git to heaven;
I cant even send my love to you.
The big twenty-one
Not drinking and un
Just even more tears,
Fresh as i it were yesterday.
Why cant the pain be gone like you.
Kendra Collett
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GCF
A person is a person is a person,Not a beast, not an angel, not perect, not humble, not proud, notthe measure o all things,And not equal.For i we were all equal: person, person, person,What should ollow is: loved, loved, loved; success, success, success-equal to each.But instead we fnd that:
Te skinny person is not equal to the at personTe black person is not equal to the white personA person o the 99% is not equal to a person o the 1%Nor is a man equal to a woman,A gay person equal to a straight person;A genius is not equal to a retard is not equal to average IQ;A Muslim is not equal to a Christian is not equal to an atheist,
A democrat to a republican to an independent,Te list goes on and on: inequality, inequality, inequality. Labeled,labeled, labeled.But just as 2x does not equal 3x, there is a common denominator.Each o us is a person is a person is a person. Factor out the crap.
Barbara Fellenstein
Truth
Tere was a boy who told the truth.Tere was a girl who told the truth.Te boy met the girl and they told the truth.
Te girl told the boy all her secrets.Te boy told the truth even when it hurt.
Tey called it love.
Andrew Carroll
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I thought it was just a glitch in my computer. But that was
yesterday, beore I discovered that my cat had been on Face-
book with his other eline riends. He was playing Farmville and
downloaded a virus onto my computer. Now, it wont work right
because o the virus that was installed when he chatted up his
riends while playing the game. Im very disappointed in him,
and I hope he learns his lesson the next time he decides to use
my computer and play Farmville while chatting with his riends
at the same time.
Ater I tried to get the virus erased o my computer,things just got worse. Every time I tried to get on Facebook,
my computer meowed. When I tried to turn o my computer, it
started coughing as i it had a hairball. I have no idea what to do
to make my computer realize its not a cat. I my computer starts
growing ur I do not know what I will do; throwing it out the win-
dow sounds good to me.I will throw it and I think because cats are a humans
riend that it will come back, and my computer will ask me to be
my new pet. I will never keep it because it will be creepy to keep
it and pet it all day.
Thank gosh, I ound the le that my cat had downloaded.
It was called the eline le. Apparently, this le causes your
computer to become a cat when you do certain commands. My
cat thought this was unny and would drive me crazy. He was
right about it driving me crazy, but I nally got it deleted. Now,
my cat is never allowed to use my computer again or I might get
rid o him. Now with the entire eline le gone my lie is back to
normal.
Katie Wilson, Olivia Grimes, Mashail Alkhayal, and Kelcie Mullins
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BiosphereChapter 2: Locked In
The service tunnel took our small party ve ights ostairs down. With each ight the gloom increased and the
electric lights buzzed harshly and cast dim yellow light that did
little to cast back the shadow. The Vault seemed to swallow us
eagerly.
Incandescent lightbulbs, said Joshua, I thought the eds had
grabbed all those a long time ago.Theyve been building this sphere since 2012, said Murry, be-
ore the regs got so restrictive.
The stairway ended with a door that led out into a dim
corridor o metal, lit sparingly by ickering incandescent light-
bulbs. The yellow light rom the stairway spilled into the cor-
ridor, bright when compared to the shadow lled corridor. Istepped out behind Joshua, Ralin trailing behind and Murry
leading. The corridor was about six oot wide with a low ceiling
just above six oot. Light xtures every 30 or so eet leaving bars
o shadow between. A collection o pipes ran along the let side
o the Corridor but the right hand side was solid metal. Every
ew yards the word Hallis was written at a slant in blocky red let-
tering on the right hand side.
Whos Hallis? I asked.
Didnt you read the contract? asked Joshua, Hallis is the com-
pany that owns you or a year.
Lets get moving, said Murry, kid, keep an eye on Ralin.
I stepped to the side o the corridor and gestured Ralin
to get in ront o me. Murry didnt wait, he started o at a trot,
combat boots creating metallic echoes down the passage. I had
to give Ralin a little...encouragement, beore he would match
Murrys steady pace.
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The passage owed past, straight and boring, one section
exactly like the next. Joshua had to duck under the light xtures
or risk smashing a bulb across the his shaved head. Murrys pace
soon had Ralin panting to keep up. I had just decided wed trav-
eled a little over a mile when Murry stopped. I had been ocused
on my rhythm and only noticed the reason when I slipped past
Ralin and stood beside Joshua. Murry was trying the handle
on metal door ,similar to the entry door, the handle jiggled but
didnt turn.
Locked... muttered Murry to himsel.He knelt beside the latch and peered through the crack, Easy
enough. He said.
He pulled a knie rom his pocket and icked out the
blade, inserting it into the crack. In a moment he tried the
handle and the door slid open with a sot click.
Apparently they gure getting into the vault itsel is the hardestpart. Said Joshua ollowing Murry into the room.
What is this place? I asked, stepping in ater Joshua.
Dull; gleaming grey metal walls reected the inside o the room
in a blur, like a bad impressionist painting. Murry was nothing
but a blackish elongated splotch in a eld o grey. It was a airly
large room, with rows o beds twelve by three in the middle o
the room. Each bed had its own IV unit but no patient. Another
gray door was on the ar side o the room.
Looks like an inrmary. Said Joshua.
Murry just grunted.
Must have been or emergencies during the construction, or i
something were to go wrong with the Project. Said Joshua.
Murry shook his head, 36 beds, he said, a hundred men and
women, they arent planning on all o us living.
I they were planning on getting us killed why would they have
a hospital to take care o us? asked Joshua.
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On site testing, said Murry, Media would give Hallis more than
a bloody nose i it ound out what was going on. They want to
do their experiment, do their tests on the survivors, then mop up
the evidence without it ever getting outside the sphere.
There was silence or a moment, then Murry abruptly spun and
rowned at me, Wheres Ralin?
Hes right he... I said turning around, he wasnt there, Ill get
him. I promised starting to go ater him.
Murry grabbed my arm and yanked me back into the room, Stay
here, Ill get him.The echo o Murrys boots slowly aded as he moved down the
corridor ater Ralin.
I should never have brought Ralin, said Joshua looking across
the room, Itll be the death o him.
Joshuas usually squared shoulders were slumped, and his
eyes spoke o regret, What do you mean? I asked.Joshua turned to me as i noticing me again, Murry is right. The
outside has been planning this since we all signed our contracts.
We all thought that the waver was just a ormality, in case o
some reak accident, but weve just given someone permission to
do whatever they want with us or absolutely zero consequence.
Joshua turned back and gave one o the IV stands he was next
too a little nudge, sending it rolling silently across the oor,
Brace yoursel kid, he said, things are going to get really hairy
in the next ew days.
Just as Joshuas words were starting to sink in there was
a commotion at the door. The door banged up and Ralin stum-
bled in, Murry on his heels.
Ill give you some advice Ralin, said Murry, Never run rom me
again.
Ralin attempted to climb to his eet. Murry came up
behind him and grabbed a stul o hair, yanking Ralins head
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backwards until he was looking inverted into Murrys eyes. Ralin
cried out and struggled, Murrys grip was unbreakable though,
and he held him like a squirming sh on a hook. Ralin eventually
ound that struggling only made it hurt worse.
What are you doing Murry? asked Joshua, Where is this getting
us?
Murry turned his gaze to Joshua, I dont know Joshua,
where is this getting us. He gave Ralins head an indicative yank,
Im trying to decide what I want to do with him.
Ive got an idea. I said.I didnt wait or an answer, I turned and went through the
door at the end o the room, that led deeper into the medical
area. It opened into an operating room, and I quickly located
what I expected Id nd.
This looks like its do the job. I said, rolling the operating table
out o the room. Sti leather straps or head, hands and eet, layopen.
Murry almost smiled, Almost perect, you two strap him in.
He disappeared through the door Id just come rom.
Joshua and I orced Ralin onto the table and limb by limb got
the restraints strapped in, I cinched the torso strap down and
the ght went out o Ralin with each notch in the hardened
leather. Murry came back just as Joshua and I were backing o.
He silently rolled one o the IV stands over to Ralin and got him
hooked up to it.
Joshua and I noticed the syringe in Murrys let hand
about the same time, Whats that? asked Joshua a hint o worry
creeping into his voice.
An old riend, said Murry.
Joshua and I watched in silence as the syringes plunger
orced the drug into Ralins IV. Ralins eyes closed and his previ-
ously panicked and desperate breaths slowly evened out, alling
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into a steady rhythm.
What was that or? asked Joshua, He wasnt going anywhere.
Just cleaning up ater mysel, said Murry, he tossed the empty
syringe into a toxic waste bin and gave Joshua a pointed look, I
always clean up ater mysel.
Joshua cursed under his breath, and turned towards the door,
Lets get going, weve wasted enough time as it is.
Murry strode by me, the air o his passing pulling me into
the real world. Murry had just shot someone ull o anesthetic.
I didnt like Ralin, but Murry was taking it to a whole new level,and he wasnt even inching. I started to have doubts about my
involvement, maybe it was a good time to run back to the vault.
I didnt want to end up like Ralin though, strapped to an operat-
ing table. Ralins breathing lled the room, the pause between
each breath replaced time.
You thinking about something stupid?Murrys voice behind me jerked me rom my thoughts, No, noth-
ing stupid.
I pushed past him, not wanting him to get a look at my
ace, araid that he would read my thoughts through my eyes.
Murrys hand shot out, lightning quick and iron hard.
Are you araid o me kid? he asked, spinning me to look at his
eyes.
I was angry and scared, I didnt like to be bullied, but I
couldnt deny the eral terror that this man sparked within me, an
irrational urge to ee rom those searching steel eyes.
Yeah, I am. I said.
But youre not going to run away are you. He said.
I glanced over at Ralin, comatose on the table, No, Im not.
Murry bared his teeth, you couldnt call it a smile, I knew I liked
you kid.
Murry dropped my arm and moved past me. Sudden are o
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anger rose in me. I reached out and grabbed Murry as he passed
me.
I have a name. I said.
Murrys body went rigid, he slowly turned, his gaze went
rom my hand, then to my ace, Alright Colson. He reached over
with his other hand and pried my hand away rom his arm, Dont
ever touch me again.
I realized my breath was coming in short gasps, I realized
just how stupid that had been. Worst case scenario I could have
ended up like Ralin. It took me a ew seconds to shake the senseo shock o. Murry had disappeared into the corridor. I took one
last look at Ralin, just to remind mysel, then ollowed him out.
The tunnel stretched on or another mile and a hal. Cold steel
walls passing by in a monotonous stream, nothing but the eel-
ing o impending doom and the ear o the unknown to keep us
company. Joshua led now, anger in every step, in the angle ohis body, the way he seemed to be striking the oor, rather than
simply walking. Murry stayed distant and observant, as i he
knew everything Joshua was eeling but was completely indier-
ent to it. No ear. I trailed behind, aware o the vulnerable posi-
tion I inhabited around the two dangerous men. When the end
o the service tunnel was in sight, I could only breathe a sigh o
relie that the journey was hal-way over. The end was nothing
but a yellow; steel ladder extending upwards into the ceiling o
the tunnel.
Light shown down on the ladder rom a xture at the top
o the ladder, illuminating the ladder in bright white light; A stark
contrast to the gloom o the corridor.
What now? asked Joshua, standing at the edge o the pool.
We go knock. Said Murry, stepping into the pool and making to
climb the ladder.
This isnt a good idea. Said Joshua, you could be risking all o
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our paydays.
I youre not curious, said Murry, then leave, your paycheck will
be saer, Im going to nd out i were getting screwed though.
Joshua growled, but said nothing.
Murry climbed the ladder, the rungs pinging dully every
time his boots struck. It seemed an age beore he reached the
manhole above. He gripped the wheel that sealed the door and
strained. The wheel creaked and spun. I breathed a sigh o relie,
we hadnt been abandoned. A metallic chunk echoed down
rom above. I choked on both my sigh and my relie. The wheelhad hit a dead bolt. Murry spun it back, then tried again, and
again. Each time the chunk brought another load o impending
doom and set it on my shoulders. Murry eventually gave up, and
came down, hands and eet clamped on either side o the ladder
so he could slide down.
Well boys, he said, looks like weve just become inmates.
J.A.S
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A Response to Jonathan Swifts The Ladys
Dressing-Room
To Strephon,
rom an ardent admirer o tongue and cheek
What orced you, Sir, my sex, to pai