Monthly Archives: May 2019

My life first started in Quincy, Massachusetts where the sea smelt amazing to those who lived there and horrific to those who didn’t. Living by the water was supposed to give me an appreciation for the way it smelt, but … Continue reading →

By Sam Gumprecht The main character in Stephen Crane’s novel,  Maggie: Girl of the Streets, is a young girl stuck between her aspirations and reality. This novel follows the girl, Maggie, through her downfall to rock bottom as it is … Continue reading →

By Sam Gumprecht As a teenage girl I carry a lot of things around with me. I carry the weight of my school bag filled to the brim with my books. I carry the fabric of my carefully picked out … Continue reading →

Judging people is not something I should be proud of but nevertheless, every time I am in a situation with new people or people unlike me, I can’t help it but judge them. Looking back, I judge people and make … Continue reading →

By Sam Gumprecht There was nothing to worry about. In my ears was the noise cancelling sound of good music. Around me, thoughts floated out and flitted away into the night air through the open windows. On my warm, sun … Continue reading →

Pearl is the most negative, condescending, and demanding part of Hester’s life, yet she is the one thing keeping her alive. In The Scarlet Letter Nathaniel Hawthorne uses Hester Prynne’s daughter Pearl as a symbol of peace and a natural … Continue reading →

Her mind was clear and calm, rolling slowly out of bed on a quiet February morning. The dream of drowning remained in her mind, but she was accustomed to its presence there. With eyes still glazy and only slightly parted, … Continue reading →

I have this recurring memory: every first Friday of the summer I am sitting on a baby boat, swinging up and down like a parabola, feeling the warmth of the sun. The wind blowing through me, giving my inner organs … Continue reading →

There was sickness all over me. In the blooming morning as the one we had today, I felt lost. From breakfast to all of my classes, I was helpless. In my own body I did not feel like me. And … Continue reading →

By Sam Gumprecht I was sitting by the window, the sun rays peeking through sheer dotted fabric as they swayed, cascading, creating a lulling calm. The smell of a hot early summer pushed through the screen. I was peaceful, happy … Continue reading →