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The Parable of the Butcher by Jacob Hamaker (2022 Spooktacular Writing Contest: 3rd Place)

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I’ve come to slay the beast. My scabbard feels light as it dances with my stride, exhilarated for what’s to come. A wretched thing: that what is to come. Killing, I mean to say. Ahead, on the path, there’s a thing that I’ve come to end.  Above, the stars bore into me with ferocity. I’ve

The Portrait by Brynn Bearss (2022 Spooktacular Writing Contest: 2nd Place)

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In a dusty and forgotten corner of my grandpa’s house, there was a painting.  I’m not sure how long it had been there. Perhaps it had always been a fixture, since time immemorial. Perhaps it was part of the house itself, a draw for any potential home buyers; something to sweeten the pot. Whatever the

And You’ll Miss It by Noah B. Beaumont (2022 Spooktacular Writing Contest: 1st Place)

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Crooked, bloodied, and incorrectly a figure stands, human before it met its mangler. The jagged point of a femur sticks out from its left thigh. Another bone protrudes through its forearm pointing to a hand that has been forcefully parted from the webs between each finger to its wrist, dangling as the figure sways, causing

My Journey as a Professional Novice

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I’m new to the Writing Center this year, and at first, the idea of tutoring people was both exciting and a little intimidating. I actually had the chance to make my writing skills useful to others by helping them with papers and resumes and whatever else people brought in, but I kept thinking, “who am

Tutoring Is A Learning Curve

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I became a tutor at the Marian E. Wright Writing Center in the Winter 2022 semester. I had taken the prerequisite course (ENG 363) the semester before. In this course, I learned a lot about the theory behind why we tutor in the way we do. I also went to practicums in the Writing Center

Dreamer by Connor Bryant-Ott (2022 April Poetry Contest: 1st Place Poem for Prompt 2 – Writing)

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I sleep so little And yet, I dream a lot. Shaping friends on cracked ceilings Casting shadows on peeling walls Painting ideas in my subconscious Sewing paper wings on crippled thoughts Writing of my life to be on crumpled paper I can keep on living With a little sleep. But empty of dreams,  I wouldn’t