Advanced Writing Course – Page 3

The Senses of “bad guy”

by Emily Von UrffPosted on November 2, 2020Advanced Writing CourseCreative Nonfiction

On synesthesia and understanding the genius of Billie Eilish

Kissy Dugan’s Gamble with Comedy

by Julia Sachi MatesPosted on October 29, 2020October 29, 2020Advanced Writing CourseCreative Nonfiction

Kissy compares living for comedy to living for social media. Thinking too much about how you present your identity can rob you of a true sense of self.

The Birth of Venus

by Clara PerlmutterPosted on October 22, 2020Advanced Writing CourseFiction

Venus was born of sea-foam. Ella, on the other hand, was born on Dr. Thomas Loeb’s operating table.

Dorothée

by Eliette ChanezonPosted on October 19, 2020October 19, 2020Advanced Writing CourseInterview

Some people say that you can make a house in your mind and place certain memories in each room. For me, it’s geometric. Things are generally organized, but there is some mess. It’s like going to the attic.

The Real Michael Scott

by Caroline MeredithPosted on October 7, 2020Advanced Writing CourseCreative Nonfiction

In recounting the details of my father’s life, I discovered something simple: Through a lifetime of ceaseless work and an unmistakable belief in family, Mike has made it possible to focus on the things that make him happy.

If I Was a White Oak and You Were a Deer

by Will SchmackerPosted on October 5, 2020October 5, 2020Advanced Writing CourseFiction

Lane looked up from his book in the direction of Molly. He squinted his eyes with confusion and a slight irritation at her laughter.

Rat School Sweethearts

by Yagmur AkyurekPosted on September 28, 2020February 3, 2021Advanced Writing CoursePoetry

there was a little rat who dressed up in little/ outfits and went outside to perform his little tasks like/ going to rat school and nibbling and marching up logs

Cine-Love

by K. BovenziPosted on September 22, 2020September 23, 2020Advanced Writing CourseCreative Nonfiction

Pushing through twin doors at the end of the hall, I arrive at an empty theater. What have I come here for? What do I want the theater to do for me–to do to me?

Adesewa is Twelve

by Oluwatoyosi OdusolaPosted on September 17, 2020September 17, 2020Advanced Writing CourseCreative Nonfiction

She is my sister, but I see her as my daughter. I was six when I first held her. I am eighteen when I embrace her now.

Musical Listening in Practice and Performance

by Jordan GoodPosted on September 1, 2020Advanced Writing CourseCreative Nonfiction

We value a musician's completed compositions, technical virtuosity, or the ability of a performer to express emotion. But what about the value of listening?

Muse

by Cassi QuaysonPosted on August 31, 2020August 31, 2020Advanced Writing CourseFiction

My face and my head pulse, and so does the radio. I’m losing track of time, but I can tell that we’re close to the beach when the police officer stops us—the ceaseless strip of road has gone satisfyingly gritty with sand.