The Flight of the Manatee

In space, you are an oxymoron.

You are both a complete anonymity and a bright beacon, able to be seen from anywhere in the darkness around you. You are one in a million, one in a billion, one in a trillion, a quadrillion, an infinite army of space explorers exploring this infinite space, completely alone but shining like the Sun. You stand out from everything around you, and yet the vast magic that lives amongst the stars swallows you up and turns you into a single blip in this giant, never-ending thing called the universe.

You are no one. You are the only one. You don’t belong. You fit in perfectly. You are the only you around in this endless sea, but in this ocean, being you doesn’t seem to matter. You are nothing and you are everything.

You think of all this as you follow the manatee through the asteroids, wondering if it will ever make its way back to the preserve.

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A Healthier, More Fit, Cleaner Me

Healthy Oxford Hills

I write for The Odyssey on a weekly basis, and this week, I wrote about my experience with this great new fad diet that everyone has been raving about. I spent thirty days trying it out, seeing what changes it would make to my body and my physical health and my general self. Thankfully, I had an amazing time with it, and I encourage everyone to try it out too! Continue reading “A Healthier, More Fit, Cleaner Me”

The Sad, Sad Story of Sam Showers’ Ceaseless Sprinkling

This piece has been published in the fortieth edition of Hair Trigger. To read this story in its entirety, pick up a copy of Hair Trigger 40 at Columbia College Chicago’s Creative Writing department or bookstore!

Sam Showers entered the library with a big smile on his freckled face and a spring in his step. Today was not just another average Monday at this second home of his. Today was the day he would receive the prestigious “Outstanding Community Member” award, given annually to the cheeriest, hardest-working, most-dedicated-to-their-town individual in all of Townville. He had combed his curly red hair into perfect submission, worn his favorite green-plaid flannel and khakis, and even gone through his teeth cleaning routine three times to ensure he looked his best when he was handed the gold-plated replica of City Hall. The ceremony was scheduled for eleven sharp, and everybody who was anybody would be there: the mayor, the fire chief, the crossing guard, everyone. It was a really big deal.

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