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NewsCongratulations to the winners of the SMU 2007-2008 Creative Writing Awards! Winners in the Fiction category include: Lindsay Golder, first place for "Raspberry Jam Pie;" Rob Gordon Bralver, second place for "And So;" and Ching-Ying (Sunny) Huang, runner up for "Let Go of Their Hands." Poetry Award winners include: Beau Rice, first place; K. O'Toole, second place; and Osman Ahmed, runner up. Click here to read winning entries!
Current FeaturesH H H H HhhhhH H H H H e said, “Man, I’m about to cry.” He said, “You can’t trust nobody not even your kinfolk.” He said, “Man, are you on the streets too?” I looked at him and opened my mouth waitin’ for words of gratitude for his not asking for union shelter money, only asking that I listen for the wisdom in his story ... moreStop looking at the
door. He won’t come. CLAIRE
Of course he’ll come.
He’s on his way now. LEE
He won’t come. How
many times has he eaten with us since he got—that thing? Maybe twice? He hates
us.Pianist: Poet: I would give my left nut for one night with Natalie Portman. Others might blurt something like this in hyperbolic jest to get their points across or for a good laugh, but not me.
The autumn wind blows strong and swift like a sucker punch to the gut, and Monica Truman hunches down into her sister’s brown corduroy pea-coat to fight off the bone-deep chill that seeps through her knitted sweater. The oak trees disguise the sun as it falls closer to the horizon, waving farewell to the day. Monica inches carefully between the gray marble stones forever stamped by faceless names until she finds the one she is looking for. She stares at the engraved letters on the headstone and reaches a fingertip out to trace them. It has been nearly four months since she lost her identical twin sister, and the pain sticks deep, fighting to hold onto Monica as she is fighting to hold on to Elizabeth.
This student film is the winner of Paramount's "Into the Wild" competition. Very cool. see film
By this point, Mr. Aubade was undoubtedly in love with Elba. Of course, there was not really much he could do about it, but there it was, staring back at him in the mirror when he brushed his teeth every morning; snapping, crackling, and popping at him every time he ate his breakfast cereal. It even followed him to work, quietly humming with the static that his car radio couldn’t seem to shake. Elba, Elba, Elba, said the static. No, no, no, replied Mr. Aubade, without much conviction. |