Author / Marissa Gomez
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Journey to the End After End – Haley Oh
“Hello there,” a voice said, waking the man. He was lying on a field of dry, colorless grass. As his eyes opened he shot up to a sitting position, gasping for breath as he looked around. “Calm down, you’re dead.” “What?!” the man said. “No…” He looked to where the voice came from. Crouched by…
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The Occasions – Jiewei Li
Of all the dreams of me being chased, there are two that stand out among the dozens of the rest. The first one is about a rescue and run. I rescued a girl from a powerful gang who was about to rape her. And since then, I had to run from their retaliation. The whole…
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Illinois – Gracjan Kraszewski
Marcus flew into Champaign’s Willard airport from Midway-Chicago. It is hardly a forty-minute connector, unsurprising because just to drive can take no more than a true two hours, depending on traffic, depending on the amount of potholes on Cicero Avenue, depending upon the amount of Bettys and Dorothys and Jeds and Joes who slow the…
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The Recorder – Mandy Sandhu
The orange lounger was such a luxurious treat to lift up the mood for anybody who was feeling low. It had such a nice touch that the skin would dive into it, the stress would melt out like a wax and you would find yourself in your own little haven. On the opposite side was…
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False Idols – Tyler Grant
She emerged from darkness, a being complete in human detail, but lacking a certain material quality. She was more like a vision than an apparition, her soul taking the shape of what she had been, but in a more ideal, divinely purposed way. She stood now in front of a shining, pearly gate. A man…
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Untitled – Simon Perchik
* This is it –a match, wood, lit the way a butterfly returns by warming its wings wider and wider, one against the other then waits for the gust to spew out as smoke lifting you to the surface –this single match circling down half on fire, half held close is heating your…
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One Last Shot – Gina Zbinden
I took this photo in the summer of 2015 when I went to Europe for the first time. Ishot this image using an Ipad air tablet when the airplane took off from theAmsterdam airport. It was my last day in Europe and my first time being overseas,and I wanted to capture this final sweet moment…
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Flatlander – Jill Carr
My mixed media painting was begun with a traditional pencil and paper sketch, but it was finished in thedigital drawing program, Krita. It is a counterintuitive look at travel: my family always traveled forvacation when I was a child. I enjoy visiting new places, but an unexpected result of leaving home hasbeen a growing appreciation…
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On the Outside Looking In – Victoria Dyson
They worship the ground she walks on and they stare her down while shegracefully takes each step on her way to class. People love her and in their eyes she’sperfect; although she’s perfect in my eyes so I can’t be jealous of all the attention shegets and the popularity she has when I practically idolize…
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Radiance – Kendall Farr
I captured this photo on my first trip to St. Louis, MO, in 2017. The Gateway Arch gets its name because St. Louis is known as the “Gateway to the West,” and this title was very fitting for my visit. As a new college student at the time, and as a person who had left their…
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Looking Back at the Past Three Years – Shelbi Fisher
I have been a part of The Scriblerus staff for three years now if I’m counting this semester. My time as both a general editor for one full year and the editor in chief for two years now has been wild. I loved being a general editor and participating in class, and when Hannah, The…
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An Echo in the Mountains
Gina Zbinden Spring 2015 -
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Are You Prepared?
Before taking off for a trip, how do you prepare for the unexpected?YOU CAN’T!!!! What you can do to prepare though is to make sure you have the basics down first. For example, it’s like starting a new class for the first time. You can sign up and have all the basic necessities like a…
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Why Write? – Anthony Harper
To my family it keeps me dry. To my friends I’m organizing chaos, overlapping like fish scales. To myself I lie. When really I write so maybe one day you’ll see my name through a window and read about yourself. Really, It’s so you might see me how I see you. Anthony Harper is a…
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Earth Songs – Jerry Prater
Imagine the highest mountain You could climb in your mind, Where early morning mist bathes The frosted beargrass in pearly dew And wild huckleberries offer Their tart gift to fat pancakes Cooked over an open fire. Imagine all this And climb. Seek out the stones That have lost their voice, Silent in the eddy and…
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Black Aftermath – Thomas Piekarski
I stared Genocide square in the eye, accused it of being a foreign spy. It laughed and said I had no business injecting facts about its sordid record. In my derision, I became fit to kill. Yet, let’s take this discussion outside, I urged, under the moonlit magenta sky where we may mitigate our differences.…
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Capture the Moment – Michelle Brooks
Small fires burn in the street and the smell of gunpowder permeates the night. Another fourth of July and I feel the old pull of sadness for summers gone past, the wish that if I tried hard enough, I could shed myself and join the sparklers that erupt in the sky, that beauty could erase…
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RSVP – Nick Trelstad
After they buried you, I found myself in my bedroom thumbing through a shoebox of cards – looking for you in the baptisms, birthdays, first communions, confirmations. I found you between Christmas and Valentine’s, on a piece of parchment folded over and over on itself into a small square. I pulled you open and you…
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Turning Face – John C. Mannone
One step dragged in front of the other, his whole body ached, head gouged with thorns, flesh ripped to bone. Yet not a word of complaint. When they nailed him to the rough cut wood, he cried inside, his mouth open. He bled forgiveness for their ignorance. And when the heavens darkened, he spoke what…
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Drift – Erica Goss
Skipped like a stone across a wide warm lake. The day, reenacted in fragments. Night a surface I bend into. Thoughts in cobweb drift to earth. Sparks of crimson dance against my eyes, a bright constellation of visitors I won’t remember when I wake. Buffeted, oh so gently, as if by wings of angels. Erica…
