Volunteering at the Boston Book Festival

By Evelyn Giffin On October 26, 2024, I had the honor of volunteering at the Boston Book Festival alongside many other Emerson students. This was an enriching experience for me because I come from a small town, and it was my first time at any book festival (besides the elementary school ones.) I saw so many readers and authors come together to appreciate the art of writing and show interest in a wide range of Read more

In the Maze

By Ian Rossin (TW: blood, violence, graphic imagery, reference of school shooting) Blood splatters onto the hidden camera lens as the machine guns jutting out of the wall each fire a round of bullets into Senator Blake Balor’s body. A chime sounds, indicating death. “Finally,” John says, standing up at his control station to stretch. “That man was taking too long to die. What a jackass.” “What other fate would you expect for someone who Read more

Resistance of the Fae

By Clarissa Janeen A dragon hungered for some fae Upon he wished to feast. Fear struck the hearts of all of them Who laid eyes on the beast. He gnashed his teeth and bore his claws. The fae were all afright. “Take heed,” said the old Faerie Queen, “We will survive this plight!” The goblins all took up the call To spread word far and wide For those the beast might gobble up To take Read more

The Begonia Mark

By Clarissa Janeen (TW: blood, violence against children) There once was a woman whose son was sickly. She took him to the fae so that he could be healed and found a faerie who was willing to help her, but in exchange, she had to make a deal to serve the faerie for ten years. The woman agreed and the faerie bound her wrist with the mark of a begonia as a symbol of her Read more

My Smile

By Sadie Lallier I met her for the first time in my junior year of high school. She walked into geometry class wearing a hoodie for some band I can’t recall and black leggings, her dark hair thrown haphazardly into a ponytail. She smiled at me, and I don’t remember what happened for the next thirty seconds after that. It was just that smile, her smile, playing on repeat like an old roll of film Read more