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Full-Text Articles in Arts and Humanities
World Upside Down, Kevin Fitton
How To Make Cemetery Tea, Lauren Coyne
Heroes, Richard F. Colarco
Heroes, Richard F. Colarco
Night Flight Journal
This is a short story. It should be read for entertainment.
The Dawn Of A New Era, Eyon Mason
The Dawn Of A New Era, Eyon Mason
Night Flight Journal
The story starts at the election year of present-day America and looks at the outcome of a people that are tired of corrupt government practices and leaders. It branches into a realm of new ideas and true democracy. The story follows the main character Castiel, who is an activist and soon to be leader of the New America. Castiel has one friend who is an activist as well named Ishmael and this story talks about their sudden rise to leadership and the challenges and enemies that follow to.
Targets Of Opportunity, Richard F. Colarco
Targets Of Opportunity, Richard F. Colarco
Night Flight Journal
This is a short story about an Army doctor.
Drink And The Devil, Richard Clark
Drink And The Devil, Richard Clark
The Tuxedo Archives
When he was twenty-eight-year-old the man began to have a recurring nightmare. He was on the London Underground with his wife, a little before Christmas. Lunch at Simpsons on the Strand had been followed by shopping at Harrods and Selfridges. They carried big bags of gifts and tasteless tidbits wrapped in cellophane and colored ribbon. They were happy, not a care in the world. As the train trundled along the tunnel beneath the Thames, the wife said she could hear the sound of rushing water. “Don’t worry,” the man told her, “the train is watertight.” They sat quietly but the …
Eggs, Hair, Seeds, Milk, Patrick West
Eggs, Hair, Seeds, Milk, Patrick West
Landscapes: the Journal of the International Centre for Landscape and Language
Short story
Sons Of The Prairie, James C. Schaap
Zamzaroo, Zarang, And The Rabbit Men, Adan Mulvaney
Zamzaroo, Zarang, And The Rabbit Men, Adan Mulvaney
Conspectus Borealis
This short fiction story is the tale of a grandfather, his rabbit, and his adopted granddaughter. This story was originally inspired when I heard the story of a suicidal rabbit. The rabbit never ran away from loud or scary noises. By ignoring his innate survival instincts, he was essentially inviting death. I found it intriguing how stagnancy can be a form of death. Though the story itself is fiction, some of the events that happened to the characters actually happened to people surrounding me. It is my hope that after reading this story, the reader can appreciate how peculiar and …
Entire Issue, Kyra E. Blair, Rachel Sedgwick
Entire Issue, Kyra E. Blair, Rachel Sedgwick
TYGR: Student Art and Literary Magazine 2018-present
No abstract provided.
The Perfect Bubble, Elizabeth Orwig
Level Bs, Bill Elgersma
Exposure, Mary Dengler
Waking Dreams, Becca Van Dam
Can'ts And Don'ts, Bill Elgersma
Tragedy On Drury Lane, Natalie B. Ngong
Epiphanies, Bill Elgersma
An Iron To The Head, Joshua Matthews
Fall 2017, Vantage Point
The Long Side Of The Tracks, James Metzger
The Long Side Of The Tracks, James Metzger
The Tuxedo Archives
In just three short weeks I traveled upwards of 8000 miles of rail, circulating around an antiquated network of industrial savagery, from Oakland CA to Oakland CA, trading stories and cigarettes with other wayward travelers while waiting for more important trains of cattle and produce to take the tracks. ~excerpt from short story
Pieces, Brittany Blake
Pieces, Brittany Blake
The Tuxedo Archives
She still wakes up some nights in cold sweats with a scream rising like bile in her throat, waiting to fling itself out into the world. Sometimes she’s awake enough to hold it back and sometimes she can even fall asleep again. Sometimes, she can’t. ~excerpt from short story
Let's Get One Thing Straight, Tyler Birss
Let's Get One Thing Straight, Tyler Birss
The Tuxedo Archives
The feeling was far from pleasant. Once my friend’s colossal head collided with my face, I knew that I had broken my nose. Blood immediately drenched my large white tee and trickled down and onto the blacktop. I looked as if I had just fought Mike Tyson in a boxing match during the prime of his career. I slowly stumbled to the athletic trainer’s room with my bud in hopes of receiving some treatment. No one was there. ~excerpt from short story
People Watching Ii, Phillipa Armes
People Watching Ii, Phillipa Armes
The Tuxedo Archives
I wonder if they knew they were neighbors.
I would never have known had I not followed them to their doorsteps. I would never have guessed that these two seemingly average men happened to live next door to each other in their million dollar houses. I would never suspect such a coincidence. Was it coincidence?
But maybe I should learn to expect the unexpected, be it cliché or not. ~excerpt from short story
Outskirts Of Berlin, November 18, 1949, Jackson Wayne
Outskirts Of Berlin, November 18, 1949, Jackson Wayne
The Tuxedo Archives
Were almost there, sir”, said the young uniformed driver. There was not much to say from the man in the back of the jeep. He was very quiet with and had aviator’s shades covering his eyes. Unlike the driver, the man in the back did not have on an army uniform or even look presentable or even dressed for the weather. Only a Hawaiian aloha print shirt and khaki slacks barely seemed to shield him from the cruel winter breeze. As they came upon their destination the driver reached over to give the man a green field jacket. ~excerpt from …
When It Becomes His Gun, Jennie Lillard
When It Becomes His Gun, Jennie Lillard
The Tuxedo Archives
It’s not dead. Ok. Ok. Dad says: If the bird’s not dead, be ready with another shell if it decides to
take to the air. If I can get to it, put the bird on the ground, and smash it--smash it right on the neck--with
the butt of the gun. ~excerpt from short story
Sight, Allysa Miranda
Sight, Allysa Miranda
The Tuxedo Archives
The sun beat down on the small suburban park in which all the local children spent their summers. Their laughter rang out among the trees and trickling brook that surrounded the minute playground. The cement path that wound its way around the child-size structures was lined with park benches, all desperately in need of a new paint job. These benches were filled with the mothers and babysitters forced to sit waiting for their charges to finally tire and be ready to lay down for their naps. ~excerpt from short story
Jack Apple And Blanche Cream, Annette Lust
Jack Apple And Blanche Cream, Annette Lust
The Tuxedo Archives
Cook: (narrating) One afternoon, after I finished preparing dinner, an apple with rosy cheeks and a pitcher full of thick white foamy cream stood on the kitchen table.
Cuckoo: Cuckoo! Look at handsome Jack Apple and sweet Blanche Cream! ~excerpt from short story
You Will Forget You Are Even Burning, Cheramie Johnson
You Will Forget You Are Even Burning, Cheramie Johnson
The Tuxedo Archives
"There's places around here," Rego's mother told him once, outside on their front porch over coffee and tea, "where demons walk."
"Demons, then?" He was always playful, he always catered to her.
"Devils," she whispered harshly, and her skinny fingers shivered against her cigarette. ~excerpt from short story
Strange New World, Marcus Bowlus
Strange New World, Marcus Bowlus
The Tuxedo Archives
The trip between Egypt and Jerusalem had taken hours already, the environmental shielding on his sand skimmer shone a faint orange, the barren wastes flying by below were scattered with husks of tanks and bones, scorch marks still clinging to a battle field no one wanted to remember. ~excerpt from the short story
Gunman Slays 4 At Texas Church, Then Kills Self, Alexis Brown
Gunman Slays 4 At Texas Church, Then Kills Self, Alexis Brown
The Tuxedo Archives
They were laughing at me, I knew it. I brushed the sweat off of my brow and looked forward at the tall looming steeple that had haunted my dreams for the better part of a year. I could see their false angelic faces staring back at me, mocking me, waiting to see if I would complete my mission. ~excerpt from short story