The Road – Theme Analysis

In Cormac McCarthy’s bleak, unmarked wasteland, a man and his son determinedly troop along an abandoned highway, resisting death. Miraculously, they endure hopelessness together. The man comforts his son, guiding him down the uncertain path of survival towards beacons of hope. He lives for the boy, whose life drives him to preserve his own life. […]

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The Story of a Path

7:00 on a Tuesday night.  We won the basketball game 43 to 40.  I flung open the gym door, and the roar of a hundred conversations flickered, as if blown by the cool dusk air.  With a slam, the noise was snuffed out, and I slowly began to notice the rising and fading rush of […]

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A Tourist in Your Own Hometown

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Your friend just came back from an expensive trip to Hanoi, Vietnam’s historic capital, and is going on about the cultural experience. You jealously imagine the narrow, temple-lined streets filled with vendors and exotic delicacies, and that night you start saving up. You need to get away from your daily grind after all, and there just isn’t anything […]

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Fahrenheit 451 Response

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I have not been educated by “the world,” but by a community of conservative Lutherans. Therefore, my struggle is one less blatantly engaged with the animal perversions of American materialism and consumerism depicted in Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451. My ears are trained electric fences, charged to repel psychological advertising, and my eyes are fixed forward […]

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Spinning Confidence

Author’s Note In Spinning Confidence, the water is my sanctuary of encouragement. I reflect on my desire to construct or “spin” confidence in myself and in my accomplishments. I claim this faith by defying the ordinary and making the most of an average opportunity. Because the battle for self-confidence is internal, I chose to use […]

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Lost at Sea

Author’s Note In my Flash Fiction, Lost at Sea, water is seen both as a conduit of change, and a reliable source of direction. The jellies are content with their journey until they are tempted to move freely like the fish of the illusive depths. The jellies fall into destruction only when they carve themselves […]

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Back to Where It Was

Author’s Note I titled my short story, Back to Where It Was, alluding to Toni Morrison’s quote, “All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.” My main character, Tess, echoes this nostalgia and laments how quickly present joy is lost behind clouded memory. She strongly desires […]

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Measurement

In your wide eyes, There was no measurement:   You noted the spectrum Each wavelength of expression A tattoo’s location Or a man’s feminine diction Compassionately curious Your memory captured connections Not for harsh inspection But for boundless admiration   My mind skipped as they passed To you each stranger’s stories mattered Just as with […]

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