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Entomology Of Village Life, Robert Minto Dec 2008

Entomology Of Village Life, Robert Minto

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Go Ahead, Take My Freedom - I'M Not A Terrorist, Luke Dekoster Dec 2008

Go Ahead, Take My Freedom - I'M Not A Terrorist, Luke Dekoster

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This article was published in the Sioux County Index-Reporter, April 9, 2008, in Luke DeKoster’s series "Not Yet Home."


Me And My Tribe, James C. Schaap Dec 2008

Me And My Tribe, James C. Schaap

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This paper was presented at The Dutch-American Experience in Wisconsin: 1840-present, September 25-27, 2008, sponsored by the Sheboygan County Historical Research Center, Sheboygan Falls, Wisconsin.


Flippant Joke Reveals Callous Mindset, Luke Dekoster Dec 2008

Flippant Joke Reveals Callous Mindset, Luke Dekoster

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This article was published in the Sioux County Index-Reporter, April 23, 2008, in Luke DeKoster’s series "Not Yet Home."


Tygr 2008: A Magazine Of Literature & Art, Jill Forrestal, Leigh Sullan May 2008

Tygr 2008: A Magazine Of Literature & Art, Jill Forrestal, Leigh Sullan

TYGR: Student Art and Literary Magazine Archives (1985-2017)

TYGR is the student art and literary magazine for Olivet Nazarene University.

[Historical Muse] Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: "A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul."


Marathon, Ohio, Alan Guido Rossi Jr. May 2008

Marathon, Ohio, Alan Guido Rossi Jr.

Dissertations

Marathon, Ohio is an original collection of fiction, accompanied by a critical introduction. All of the stories were written between 2005 and 2008 at the University of Southern Mississippi's Center for Writers. The stories are arranged for a thematic and formal effect, rather than by chronology.


We'll Hang Ourselves Tomorrow, Samuel Brendan Ruddick May 2008

We'll Hang Ourselves Tomorrow, Samuel Brendan Ruddick

Dissertations

This is a collection of short stories. They are all first person narratives. Most of them are told by men in their late twenties to mid-thirties. A couple of them are told by boys on the verge of adolescence. I can not tell you what they are about. I can tell you that they are very sad. I can also tell you that they are full of hope and wonder. Hence the title, a line taken from Godot. The reference to suicide might sound grim, but I would argue that if the world were without hope, we would hang ourselves …


Et Cetera, Marshall University Jan 2008

Et Cetera, Marshall University

Et Cetera

Founded in 1953, Et Cetera is an annual literary magazine that publishes the creative writing and artwork of Marshall University students and affiliates. Et Cetera is free to the Marshall University community.

Et Cetera welcomes submissions in literary and film criticism, poetry, short stories, drama, all types of creative non-fiction, photography, and art.


A Moment Of Truth, Pam Klein Jan 2008

A Moment Of Truth, Pam Klein

Student Writing Awards

In my daydream, I had a mug of hot cocoa in one hand, Henry David Thoreau’s Walden in my other hand, and a space heater at my feet. I had no reason to shiver, no reason to want to be elsewhere, no reason to wonder why Cody and I had spent the night with Cody’s parents, which made it nearly impossible to get out of deer hunting. In my daydream, I had no reason to wish Larry and Lori didn’t suspect I would accidently burn their house down if I’d stayed behind to cook them supper. In my daydream, I …


Mass Transit, Elizabeth A. Cook Jan 2008

Mass Transit, Elizabeth A. Cook

Student Writing Awards

The most embarrassing secrets are usually the most boring. I might, for instance, tell you that I am 39 and like to hum show tunes in the shower and wear briefs and not boxers, but I would never tell you that every Thursday, at precisely seven a.m., I step on to the Number 7 bus at the 100th Street stop and do not get off for hours.


Softly Falls The Light Of Day, Tate Fontenot Jan 2008

Softly Falls The Light Of Day, Tate Fontenot

Student Writing Awards

Wisps of heaven pushed the waves against the side of our canoe; traveling across lakes and forests, I guided the youngest of scouts through the emerald and sapphire pieces of Minnesota, the oldest Boy Scout in our group by two years. By the adults who accompanied us, I had been given lecture upon lecture about my status as a leader to the boys. We would canoe ten miles a day portaging our canoes over one mile landfalls; our strokes felt heavy but touched lightly upon the surface of the water and our spirits lifted into the clouds. Something happens to …


Open-Toed Steps, Sarah Wagner Jan 2008

Open-Toed Steps, Sarah Wagner

Student Writing Awards

"Today my friend Ralph told me that cheese is just as tasty three weeks past the expiration date. He says that cheese is meant to be moldy." It’s my Daughter Morgan’s voice echoing in the kitchen of our high-rise penthouse suite. She has quite the imagination. So much that she seems to have dreamed up a new friend she refers to as, Ralph.


Grandpa's Move, Emily Burney Jan 2008

Grandpa's Move, Emily Burney

Student Writing Awards

"Grandpa had a stroke." My dad’s voice echoed across a vast distance and my hand tightened around the phone. I heard my voice respond sympathetically, a reflex. It was like hearing something sad on the news, but what do you do? My parents are divorced, my dad lives thousands of miles away, and I barely know my grandpa.


The Dream Vacation, Emily Burney Jan 2008

The Dream Vacation, Emily Burney

Student Writing Awards

Nora woke up before her alarm went off. She half-wished she could go back to sleep, but her internal clock was too stubborn to allow it. The room was still dark, and she lay for several minutes, listening to the silence and watching the glowing red numbers on the digital clock across the room. She treated the device warily, like a wild animal that sat encaged on her bookshelf. She hated the harsh sound of it enough to get up every morning and trot across the room to turn it off before it awoke.