Forever Box

This piece by Natalie Mitchell won first place in the Clark Writes flash sci-fi contest. Going in an interesting direction with the realm of science fiction, Natalie blends together a great mixture of humor and sincere creepiness. Read the piece in its entirety below.

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Forever Box

By Natalie Mitchell

Hello? Hello! No, ma’am, don’t hang up the phone, I have the right number. My sources have notified me that you have recently lost someone, someone you love, someone you cared about more than anything in this world, and now the world feels empty to you. Am I correct? My sources are unimportant, but I’m calling you to tell you about a revolutionary new product, a product to end grief itself and halt your spiral into the dark abyss that is your own grappling for meaning on this planet and processing the loss of someone who was integral to that. I’m talking about the Forever Box!
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Finding Bliss

This piece was recently written by junior and Clark Writes Editor Davina Tomlin. This story takes a twist on the traditional dragon meets human narrative. Read the piece in its entirety below.

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Finding Bliss

Davina Tomlin

 

The sky was bright when the dragon flew over Idaho. It was a crisp day with no clouds, the sky was a blue so pale it could almost have been white. And the cars, rusty rundown as they were, stopped to admire the shadow as it moved quickly across the scrub. A police black and white turned on its siren after a moment, and the town of Bliss brought itself back to life.

The policewoman turned on the siren because she had to follow the dragon, great redbelly beast in the sky. But first she had to make a personal call to the library. And later she would say she only did it because she was feeling sorry for him. There was no need to give him airs he didn’t need. But he was the local dragon expert.

It didn’t really matter that up until that point anyone else would have called him an overgrown D&D playing weirdo. That they’d called him that since before he was overgrown and before his mother died and before he spent the last of her money re-establishing the libraries decrepit fantasy section. She knew that those same people would be gathering pitchforks that moment, and her captain would be blasting into the radio. But what could that blowhard have done anyway, there wasn’t a single other person fit to serve in their town of 300.  Continue reading

The Story of Dash Davidson and his Super Awesome, Ultra-Incredible, Very Cool, Powerful, and Mysterious Destiny: Part 3

This is the third and final piece of a story written by current sophomore Heather Babin. The first two parts can be found here: Part 1 / Part 2.

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The Story of Dash Davidson and his Super Awesome, Ultra-Incredible, Very Cool, Powerful, and Mysterious Destiny

Heather Babin

 

Elena’s smile was almost as bright as the flash of the camera she was holding. At the last second, Marcus tilted his head down and kissed Dash’s cheek, and Dash sent up a prayer to the immortal spirits he knew probably weren’t watching him anymore that his blush wouldn’t be captured in the picture.

“Aww, you guys look so happy.” Elena put down the camera and picked up the knife. “I can cut the cake now, right?”

“Knock yourself out,” Marcus said. “This is the one day of the year you get this.”

Elena lowered the knife smoothly, delineating the small cake into six neat square pieces. “I still don’t get why you guys don’t celebrate your birthdays.”

“Too many surprise parties in college.”

“Hey!” She pointed the chocolate-crumbed knife at Marcus, offended. “That was my coping mechanism. I did that to cope.”

“And now you have better coping mechanisms, like setting up an actual sleep routine and sticking to it, and we’re free from your obsession with throwing parties,” Dash said hopefully.

Marcus sidestepped around the knife to take a piece of cake and a fork. “Happy 23rd, Len.”

Elena sighed, setting the knife on the table. “Okay, yes, thank you.”

“And we let you plan this party to get it out of your system. And also because I think this beats any birthday gift we could actually give you.”

“It does, and I thank you every day for it.” Elena rolled her eyes but offered Dash a slice of cake regardless.

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Anthem

This piece was written by senior Lee Ettel and performed at one of our creative writing forums. Anthem uses strong and sometimes visceral language to create a grim and emboldening poem. Read the piece in its entirety below.

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Anthem

Lee Ettel

O, we are the feared
Our hands hath set these towers, built this shine
We sweat our hearts, uncovered to their time
This world hath held us fast and given grime

O, it wants us gone
It grips us in its curb, our barren cold
Among the flock it chooses us to fold
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The Wind Dancer

Nick Sturman, a first year here at Clark, performed this piece at our latest creative writing forum. Nick’s piece is a brief poem depicting a state of uninhibited movement that makes strong use of imagery to convey constant, flowing motion. Read The Wind Dancer below.

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The Wind Dancer

Nick Sturman

A man dances alone with the wind
Not asking of the sun or the stars
Setting down his troubles in a line
Waving at the clouds
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Meet the Editors: Alyssa Pelletier

Alyssa Pelletier is a senior, visual arts and art history double major, and an editor of Clark Writes. Inspired by antiquated ruins seen during her travels in Europe, this poem plays with a varied rhyme scheme and evokes a sense of grandeur and age. Read “What Giant Hands Have Laid These Stones” below.

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What Giant Hands Have Laid These Stones

Alyssa Pelletier

What giant hands have laid these stones,
Sturdy as the monuments they build.
The city is high, and all alone, cast under her marbled shield,
With those broken, white bones, laying with the coins in the field,
She has seen this city rise, then kneel.
From the chrysalis, for the crowns,
All crawling to their thrones, down the line of Iron, Bronze, and Gold,
Now grime and Steel, the modern appeal.  Continue reading