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Creative Writing Issue

Creative Writing Issue

By Contributors November 7, 2014

Chosen from a group of competitive submissions, the short stories and poems featured in this semester's Creative Writing Issue from The Guide highlight the creative talents of Georgetown students. Click...

Trigger

By Emma Rizk November 7, 2014

I hid in an empty town pool. I sat there at the bottom of the deep end, under the diving board, green with mildew. Not bright green, an acidic and putrid green, the color I associate with decay. The...

Skin and Bones

By Madison Stingray November 7, 2014

"I wish there was a moon out,” I whisper, watching the words turn to snow in the air. I can feel Summer’s warm breath against my shoulder, her dark eyes watching me as I guide us through the...

I See

By Angela Hart November 7, 2014

Taking another sip of his coffee, Jim could barely swallow it — it’s cold. Not the good kind of cold either. The kind when the entire flavor has evaporated and it tastes bitter. Swishing it around...

The Eighth Wonder of the World

By Hannah Kaufman November 7, 2014

There they sit, two small figures sailing Fingers through mud, and slowly trailing Brown earth, curved calligraphies Of ancient Tigris and Euphrates Her sky-blue silk sundress is battered By the...

The Painter

By Emma Lux November 7, 2014

She wasn’t much. He was many things. He was an artist. When he looked at her, he saw her colors. The timid peachiness that brushed her high cheekbones. The subtle blue half-moons under her...

Climb Up With Me, American Love

By Jasmine White November 7, 2014

The other day I found a flag burning. I stepped on it with old shoes and imagined a whole nation crying in pain. Red streaked against my eyes. Fire was in my eyelashes. I dreamed the whole world...

When I Am Old

By Jasmine White November 7, 2014

I want to speak words like Neruda— with my heart on my tongue, my hands digging in the soil of my birth-land as I decipher the secrets of my forefathers. And in my chest, I’ll carve out their...

Send In Submissions for Creative Writing Issue

Send In Submissions for Creative Writing Issue

By Guide Staff and Guide Staff October 27, 2014

Are you an aspiring novelist or poet? Do you see yourself as the next John Green, Philip Roth or Carol Ann Duffy? If your creative juices are flowing and you think your work of genius should be shared...

Ablaze

By Hannah Kaufman April 4, 2014

With tendril rays that stretch gaseous golden limbs, it cuts into the smooth gem of the sapphire horizon, while thick drops of kaleidoscopic paint are spilled into expanding cracks that wildly burgeon...

Courtesy of Liz Frothingham

The Red Shoes

By Liz Frothingham April 4, 2014

Two little red shoes slept beneath the green, Left and right together lay to passers-by unseen. After walking countless roads, these soles sought only rest — It’s not a simple task being...

Megan Schimdt

Napalm

By Laura Lannan April 4, 2014

I love the bitter taste of victory, rising in the back of my throat, like the gaseous exhaust of a poison-glazed pit, brimming flatly in the sweaty haze of morning. I love the twisted darkness of...

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