Entries Tagged as 'Nonfiction'

Filth: The Writings of Archibald Crouton, Part V

May 21st, 2011 · 3 Comments

Something ends. The little stage, where once stringed, roughed, and mantled moppets danced, blackens and battens. Even after all have gone home to their kittens and placemats the stage remains. A tableau. Symbolizing what lingers when all the sounds of smiles have faded and all that was once created have returned to their place on [...]

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Tags: 2011 · AP Issues · Filth · May 2011 · Nonfiction

Someday, You’ll Understand

October 7th, 2008 · No Comments

They always told me that some day I would understand. That seemed to be the only response to any religious inquiry my young mouth could ask, as though that was the only answer my young mind could comprehend. That someday the sun would shine down upon my shadowy doubt and the small buds of curiosity [...]

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Tags: 2008 · AP Issues · Nonfiction · September 2008

My Favorite Pair of Heels

July 8th, 2008 · 2 Comments

As a woman, I have created two selves. Complex individuals that twist and grow together like ivy vines or like the tendons deep beneath my skin. One self that is the truest and most loving self, the other, a self that feels it must be beautiful. Beautiful as defined by a society of mini-skirts, make-up, [...]

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Tags: 2008 · AP Issues · June 2008 · Nonfiction

What I Did over Winter Break

February 1st, 2008 · No Comments

Ricky Fields served a week in the Story County Jail from December 14 to 21. He is a graduate of Ames High School and a student at Iowa State University. He wrote the following testimonial on the back of two sheets of paper he found in the complex. “It was dark enough that I couldn’t [...]

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Tags: 2008 · Ames Progressive Classics · AP Issues · February 2008 · Nonfiction · Ricky Fields

Reminiscence: “So Long”

November 16th, 2007 · 1 Comment

I’ve never seen a more uninviting bed. The naked mattress looks like a drunk passed out with vomit all over his face, and the vomit is my pillows and blankets all crumpled up as if they are trying to do an impression of the big bang backwards, condensing into the corner of my wall. I [...]

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Tags: AP Issues · Kate Kennedy · Nonfiction · October/November 2007