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  • Alligator — by Holly Burchett

    There’s a thickness in my throat, a shallowness in my breathing as my lungs contract. My chest is heavy, like it’s been filled with sludge, and my shirt is stuck to my skin with blood and sweat. Lifting my head is futile; I’ve been here for too long. I’m too tired. My neck aches under…

  • Fragile Identity: The Body and Its Roots — by Ray Kruger

    Winner of the 2024 Linda Ross Award for Creative Writing “The thing you are most afraid to write. Write that.” – Nayyirah Waheed                                                             Part I: The Roots My mother’s roots began in a place called the “White Lily Orphanage” in South Korea. From there her roots expanded across the ocean to reach within the…

  • Written on the Porch, October 29, 2023 — by Ray Kruger

    The sky unfolds and I watch the rain fall, Cars pass me by idly through the storm, Despite the bite of the wind, my heart is warm– For this is the beauty of autumn, the beauty of fall. Dancing drops and the rumbling of clouds, Red, brown, and gold the leaves they turn, This chilling,…

  • Not All Scarecrows Have Eyes — by Chaz

    “Small towns tend to have big rumors, Nathan Jr.” Farmer Henry stopped and positioned his shoulders to look at his young new farmhand. “But in this case I reckon they’re right.” His chest heaved with a laugh, and Nathan Jr. drew an eyebrow up in concern. “You look stiff, Mr. Henry; are you alright?” Farmer…

  • Red — by Anna Reed

    Anna Reed is a nerd who likes drawing between schoolwork, working out, and writing her own stories. She has an Instagram under the name anna__bear_art.

  • Not All Scarecrows Have Eyes — by Chaz Casey

    “Small towns tend to have big rumors, Nathan Jr,” Farmer Henry stopped and positioned his shoulders to look at his young new farmhand. “But in this case I reckon they’re right.” His chest heaved with a laugh, and Nathan Jr. drew an eyebrow up in concern.   “You look stiff Mr. Henry, are you alright?”   Farmer…

  • The Pickerman — by Chaz Casey

    A sharp gasp escaped my throat when I bolted upright in bed. A cold sweat engulfed me. I wiped the haze from my eyes after I realized it was just a bad dream. My phone displayed the time, “3:33am” before I unlocked it to check social media. The distraction was helpful, but somehow my mind…

  • The Plague Doctor Story — by Ernesto Ignacio Gomez Belloso

    “I must finish my work,” said the doctor, breathing in the dulling scents. Bonifacio closed the door behind him, silencing the mother’s wailing as he closed it shut. He did his best to ignore the specter that stalked him. He was sure that if he reached the next house, the phantom would leave him. The…

  • Trick of the Light — by Cait Boyle

    I moved out to the countryside in May last year. It is lovely out here, plenty of open space for the dogs. Well, Jack likes the fields. Mallory hasn’t gotten used to the countryside yet and spends all of her time curled up in the parlor. The new cottage is a definite improvement over the…

  • COMING SOON! -Creepy Campfire Stories

    We are currently in the process of digitizing the different editions of Creative Writing Club’s Creepy Campfire Stories, which were originally printed and dispersed at Lindenwood’s Dark Carnival Halloween bashes. Once the pieces are properly digitized, they will be uploaded here. Thank you all for your patience! We are very excited to share our pieces…