Nowadays, the college application process is more difficult than it was years ago. In addition to asking applicants to state the major they want to pursue and other pertinent information, many colleges today ask for essays as well. Writing a…
By: Shilpa Rajagopal In botany one day we learned about tylosis,the physiological process – a phenomenon, really-that protects the heartwood in treesa battalion of vessels barricading the decay so that darkness no longer enshrouds the wood…I sit at my desk,…
By: Stephen Faulkner [The following is an audio transcription of transmissions to and from a fact finding mission to the test sight of a thermonuclear device on an undisclosed island in the Pacific Ocean]. ATOLL EAST ONE, this is ATOLL…
By: RC deWinter in the shadowland you stalk my dreams,an incubus in nothing but a loincloth,laughing softly as you chase medown unfamiliar pathsuntil, finally,you capture me, holding meby my wrists. i’m frightened but i don’t want to flee.i want to…
By: Michal Reiben I live with my grandparents in a poor area of London. My grandmother refuses to let me play with the children in the streets for she claims, “They are too rough.” In order to prevent me from…
By: Miss Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Abstract This paper attempts to analyse the effects of rising sea levels, human interference, microbes found on beach sand, genetic mutations and Hurricane Irma and Harvey on the mortality rate of sea turtles as well…
By: Joan Carol Bird Peru The curator lingerson monastery steps—restoration renders fourfanciful touristsfortunate voyeursin this sixteenth-century cloister.Besides the hermitall life here is for the moment banished.Our monk ushers usfrom one macabre chamberto anotherlocking ghostly elements in placebehind us.Cedar wood reliefs…
By: Pat Spencer Security at our school was not good—no gates, alarms, or play yard monitors. Soweto could be a dangerous place for a child. Yet, the teachers didn’t care where we went or what we did once we left…
By: David Francis The Bridge You were the one step further, you were the bridgeyou led me out to blue sky from a ledge I called out to a friend along the wayand I confessed to him my sorrow-lay yet…
By Nolan Janssens As the engine gurgles grow louder, Ron’s memories gush into the present. He can smell his son’s floral, sweet hair from when he used to rinse it in the bathtub. He can hear his wife’s heaving…