Author: thearrowrock
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Trevor Igeby flicked the switch on his lighter and lit the hand-rolled cigarette, shoving it between his lips and taking a deep, long drag. He stood leaning against the door to his father’s office, right foot up on the hand-carved wood as he zoned out the blubbering of his red-faced old man. “…and you just…
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Brenden Stock is currently a Creative Writing Major at Lindenwood University. When Graduating from Lindenwood University in Spring 2024, he will have earned his BFA in Creative Writing and a minor in Anthropology. He deeply enjoys writing and photography and is overjoyed to be featured in this publication.
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Helen stands at her balcony, watching the Greek army slaughter the Trojans within their own streets. It didn’t scare her, when the gates opened and the invaders poured in. They weren’t invaders to her, after all. Behind her, Deiphobus’s body cooled, sprawled over their marriage bed, sheets stained red. People forget. They forget that she…
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Chloe Dee is a junior at Lindenwood University and studies Creative Writing with minors in Studio Art and Art History. Exploring human emotions, both positive and negative, has been a particular interest of hers when creating pieces. To keep up with her work, follow her at blissful_productions_16 on Instagram.
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It took three days for the news to hit local stations. Four more, and it became a global phenomenon. Politicians and the world’s wealthiest trampled over each other, trying to be the first to get involved, to find out if it was true. After a week, it was no longer a wild rumor or wishful…
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Brenden Stock is currently a Creative Writing Major at Lindenwood University. When Graduating from Lindenwood University in Spring 2024, he will have earned his BFA in Creative Writing and a minor in Anthropology. He deeply enjoys writing and photography and is overjoyed to be featured in this publication.
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Cuffley, EnglandAugust 15, 1910 The smell of a campfire was Cascadia’s perfume. Heat-warped air drifted up past a kettle hanging low over the flame. The welts on her body from her prize fight in London had long faded away, but the bruises on her knuckles remained. Those were renewed with increasing regularity as her brother’s…
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Thanksgiving dinner, Laid out on the table. Turkey and potatoes, Noodles, gravy, Rolls and cranberry sauce, Stuffing and casserole. Pies set out for dessert, And whipped– “Hey, cat! Stop eating that!” Kaya Bain is a homeschooled high school senior planning on studying engineering in college. She is currently taking dual-enrollment classes at Lindenwood University. In…
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Set me free from this prison– one built of my flesh and bone! Skin aches to breathe, I deny it. The chest it burns, lungs they scream! Limbs are skinny, limbs are weak. Curves of a woman, no man! Parts missing, parts too many. I wish to cut! To be free! “It’s what’s in your…
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I hear the whisper of a midnight raven, and a memory starts to unfold— a living nightmare awakens! Is it death, or a prophecy to behold? I listen to the ocean, and before the moon I cry, drowning in sickness and desire, is it better to live or to die? My organs suffocate in neon,…
Arrow Rock Literary Journal 