Student Work: Fiction
ENJOY THE SILENCE
April, with its watery eyes and cherubic yawns, ushered in an unconvincing spring that year.
AVOCADO PIEROGIES
First it was the chain stores. Dunkin’ Donuts bought out Sal’s. But that was happening to mom-and-pop stores across the country. Not ideal, but what do you expect nowadays? Then it was the people who swooped in and claimed to save the diner on the corner from closing. Now the only pierogies I can get are filled with avocado and salmon and some kind of berry I can’t pronounce.
IT’S JUST A BIT
She hits my foot from under the table. First it’s a mistake, then she beams up at me and does it again, on purpose this time. We both laugh. “What’s funny?” they ask. “Nothing,” we say. Her giggles sound more like squeaks. These moments with Jade follow a formula.
THE WHEEL
"The summer was hot, the tourists were stupid, and Coney Island spun like liquid sugar in a cotton candy machine."
DITCHES DUG
"Ditches here were layered; you got a front-line ditch, reserve line, and then artillery just outside the ditches. Each ditch was only about five feet wide, but they went on for miles to the flanks. This ditch was part of one that went clear across France and Belgium. Some people take comfort in the ditches’ snaked length, in their womb-like innards and phallic shape. At some point in the war every inch of it had been moved."
Field Journal
"We went to Iceland knowing there had been a history of elf sightings. We were a team of highly trained professionals searching for a truth we had only heard rumors of, and when we found it, we struggled with the decision to disseminate the information."
Between: An Interactive Text
"It's been several months since you took over your late grandfather's farmstead, and you're still getting used to the scarcely forgiving landscape."
The Myth of the Boy . . .
Who Defied the Sky and Escaped Only with a Broken Pole. Fiction from The Gallatin Review.
The Luckiest Man in the World
"I’ve been struck by lightning nine times, won the lottery seven times and bowled a perfect three hundred more times than I care to remember."
Fast Fiction
"If I were in the stands, I would see the smoke rising from the barrel of the gun, well before we will hear it go off from the starting blocks. The speed of light travels close to three hundred million meters per second faster than the speed of sound. Silence is what we’re left with."
Forbidden Curiosity
Dive into the woods with this interactive hypertext, which narrates three folk tales concerning the theme of the Old Crone. Will you escape, or become prey to the mysterious old witches who live in the woods?
The Wedding of Matilda
"Leon was absolutely forbidden from entering the kitchen, making his perch on the countertop and the thud of his dangling heels kicking back against the drawers all the more satisfying." Fiction.
Hiho, or Howling Jack Harlow
“A spell is something a lot of people call a lot of different things. Some call it dementia. Others say amnesia. I just call it getting old.”