January 2012
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Submission - Poetry
Emma McDonell
College Eight
Senior
Environmental Studies and Anthropology
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Hoodwinked
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. She lured us in just like the guy my grandma had warned me about With candy and two cute dogs, Driving a old beat up SUV, smiling real big But she didn’t look like a kidnapper. She was a friend of my dad’s, here to watch my soccer game. Wearing a high ponytail, a bright purple scrunchy and even a pair...
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Always You Part 20
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…And don’t forget to thank our lovely editor for not taking a flaming, anthrax-contaminated pitchfork to my genitals during this last, update-less month.
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I stood in a random duplex in a random street by the beach that would decide the fate of the world.
See, when you say it that way,...
December 2011
3 posts
3 tags
Submission - Poetry
Pokemon Trainer Red by Matisse Mozer
Gather around, laddes,
And I’ll tell ye a tale.
A tale not
o’ winnin’ or losin’,
But simply o’ beginnin’s.
Gather around, laddes,
For the tale o’ Red,
The greatest warrior of all.
The tale begins
As most do
With naught but a girl.
Hair floating on wind
Eyes glistening in the waves of tears,
Grins to bring about the plague;
She was Evangeline
Evey Angel...
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Submission - Poetry
19th Century Feeling
This is a 19th Century war, this feeling is
I’ll take your fire,
I’ll take your fire on the frontlines
This is some 19th Century trade, this feeling is
You’ll cancel my debts,
but I’ll give you too much
You only wanted the port, well look what you got
You got quite a lot
And a year without summer, well that’s quite alright
If a volcanic winter leads to summer snow,
I’ll let...
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Song Submission - Must be outta my mind - From...
November 2011
4 posts
Always You Part 19
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Enjoy the turkey eating, blogians!
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Henry Collins’ Finest Hour
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So…
Ever played an RPG? You know, like Final Fantasy? Dragon Quest? Or even one of those lame western ones, like Mass Effect or Elder Scrolls? You’ve played at least one of them. If not, you know someone who’s abandoned at...
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Always You Part 18
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And we’re back to the sprawling saga of half-baked wit and philosophical abandon: the one and only “Always You”.
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We pulled up in front of an older apartment complex on the corner of North and Shenandoah. With its gross-looking lime green coat of stucco paint and the overall...
Submission - Music
from James Sandoval, covering...
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The Philosophy Club in: The Ghost in the Kitchen!
Hey, gang!
We’re taking a one-week break from Henry Collins, Carina, Kenneth, and their exploits. This is in no way meant to give me time to figure out how to end this reality-bending, narrative-abusing epic. ^_^
In the interim, I thought I’d give you guys a sneak preview of the next group of college kids to grace the KWH Presents blog.
Without further ado…The Philosophy Club
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The Philosophy...
October 2011
14 posts
2 tags
Submission - Poetry
Give, by James Sandoval
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Give (Heat)
Pleasures rise
Silly Sensuality exploring hands that
Run smooth Skin
moist Lips
Most temperate
So divine is Body, Soul
Enhanced by
Enchanting embrace locking Gaps
Almost forever
passionate ecstasy Love
Intertwining giggles shared Joy
Awkward seduction man by temptress
She enjoys, too
Running...
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Always You Part 17
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You know what it’s like when you go to a person’s house that you used to go to a lot as a kid, and it’s like your home away from home, but when you come back after a few years, it’s suddenly alienating? It’s not like you and that kid had a falling out, or even drifted apart like...
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Submission - Short Story
Bad Student, by Sara Howland of Kresge. She respectfully requests that you check out her blog, Once Upon A Time There Lived An Elephant: The sometimes true but mostly fictional saga of an uneventful life. It’s got some great stuff on it, I checked it out and can proudly say that I can put the KWHPresents stamp of approval on it. Without further ado, Bad Student.
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She sits in the...
Anonymous asked: Hi I was just wondering if you would accept a music entry. It's not an original piece of work it's just an 8 bit cover of a heavy metal song and there aren't any lyrics. I don't know if there is any copyright stuff to deal with but I just thought it would be really cool if I could share the coolest thing I've ever made. Thanks.
By Ryan Boysen of College 8
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Ramen! - Boozing it Up
Fear not, gentle readers, for the cooks of this deliciousness were totally over twenty-one. Besides, the point of this is not to booze up one’s food, but to add the flavour to one’s food, and thus, improve it.
For this, you need very little. Start by boiling some water for beef ramen - the beef bit is very important. Don’t try this with chicken, or any other light meat...
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Always You Part 16
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The Revelations of Henry Collins
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I myself have never tripped acid, but I know a few people who have. They all wound up on academic probation within the end of the school year, and worse, one of them had to drop out of school to have her baby, get married, and move away to be a...
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Submission - Poetry
From Christopher A. Salveson, Porter Freshman
He began uniformly. But slowly uncoiling, his nature spilled over the wall his ego had erected. He sputtered and buried brains in the dirt of University, but never tarnished his idea of liberation. Discretion lies unconscious, pummeled beyond recognition as something wilder and darker runs lucid, victorious. But every breath ends as the lungs exhale...
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Ramen! - Stir Monday
Apologies to everyone that thought Stir Friday would be better, I was too tired and craving Owl’s Nest too much on Friday to make stir fry. (Ask me again at the end of the year how I feel about Owl’s Nest; I live fifty feet away from it and eat there nearly every day.)
So soup was starting to get boring, and it just didn’t feel like a soupy kind of day. It was too bright and...
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Always You Part 15
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Surrounded by grown men taking part in a teenager’s organization, backed up against my former wife, Jeanette the White Jeep Cherokee (rest in peace, baby), and bleeding from my back, I felt like the world was just plain botched.
I hoped the rest of the gang didn’t feel that way. Odds...
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Ramen! - Buying Local (Organic) Fun Stuff
Hey look, I figured out pictures!
So last week was a non-vegetarian friendly delight; this week will appeal to ovo-lactarians and hippies. As many of you have likely seen, on Tuesdays and Fridays there is a market stall at the base of campus (corner of Bay and High). They sell produce grown on campus at the farm, all organic (which is pretty cool I guess), but more importantly, local and fresh....
Always You Part 14
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So…have you ever had a knife thrust at you?
Please put your hand down if you’re currently dating Shannon Marie Hendricks of Los Angeles, California. That’s not a big deal, and really, it’s your own fault for getting in that situation in the first place. Sure, I’ll put my foot in that...
September 2011
11 posts
2 tags
Submission - Poetry
by James Sandoval of Kresge
Raped ecstasy exceeds the capacity of the digits
In my mind, and on loud paper. I nor we
Have ,so shape , our :sanity: or happilyness
We are:
We simp are. I and me and he. Happy.
Sad. Mad. All of everything and some of nothing
Just a being so lone with my selves; Mr. Sad, Mr. Mad, and Madam Confusion
Please come in for T. We expected guests: me, myself and...
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The Vigils
By Sarah Tinkham of Kresge
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My older brother always had a thing for sunsets. I figure it had something to do with being the oldest. We’re Californians, born and raised, but what one thing we seem to forget is that on the continental United States, California, Oregon, and Washington are the three states that get the last light of day. My reasoning is that Soren was exposed to that for longer...
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Ramen! - Creamy Chicken Noodle Soup
Because ramen deserves that extra exclamation point.
Ramen. The bane and staple of every college student in existence. So cheap, so salty, so bad for you. But so delicious. Of course, this is before you’ve had it day in and day out for the past two weeks. As awesome as the 55 meal plan may be, it has its downsides – namely, not everyone loves the Owl’s Nest fries or cheap safeway food.
But...
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Submission - TASK Force
Submission from Andrew Yokers of Kresge
“Alright, everyone gather around for mission briefing,” said Jag.
The four TASK Force members sat around the remains of a campfire, the fire still crackling a little. Sinji, Jag’s right-hand man, poured water on the pit. The fire fizzled and died with a shriek. Bronze, the muscle of the team, opened his canteen and took a small gulp. The muggy...
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To the Waters and the Wild - ch. 20
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A clash of blades, a weave, a dodge. I let my blade slide along his, seeking to feint a second strike but he held it steady, using his greater strength to force me backwards towards the farther wall. I scuffled back and to the side, trying to use his longer limbs to my advantage by...
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Always You Part 13
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Wind in my face, sword in hand, I charged for the hoarde, solely for the glory of our king.
Like hell.
Wind gently blowing across Jeanette’s stained windshield (when did all of those birds get the runs?), I pressed the pedal to the metal.
No, not even.
I pressed the...
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Submission - Poetry
Depression is a like a dog, you just have to take it for a walk sometimes.
Anonymous
With a blue cotton skirt hitched up around her thighs,Exposing green cotton pantiesNo one but her would see,And her legs, stickyWith the sweat that would only come from the sun leaking through her bedroom window,She sighed, moaned, of discontent and longingFor some other company than her fat tabby cat. Hair...
To the Waters and the Wild - ch. 19
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I caught up to him in the corner just beyond the entrance to my rooms. He was lurking there in a manner that did not promote confidence. Not that he was crouching or slinking at all. That would be beneath his dignity. But the way his back stiffened slightly when I appeared through one...
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Always You Part 12
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You’re suggesting the impossible. No, not even the impossible, because that implies that somebody like Nathan Fillon can succeed and thus make himself mighty.
What you’re suggesting is suicide.
Samantha’s body jumped slightly in a half-assed sneeze, her overall serious demeanor never...
To the Waters and the Wild ch. 18
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It wasn’t Morningstar. I could tell that from the first touch. No, the prince of lies was cordial enough that if he was going to kill you he wouldn’t drag it out. Faust be damned. Which was all well and good I’m sure but that left me at square one as far as suspects go.
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August 2011
8 posts
Always You Part 11
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The mission was simple enough.
The second Familiar lived out in Violetsville, a good half hour drive away. You know the town: a completely barren wasteland, suitable for the background of Mad Max and for building menacing-looking shack homes if anybody had the burning desire to do so....
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Submission - Poetry
I’m Not Some Girl by Lauren Young
I’m not some girl That you’ll meet on the street. Not some old, broken philosophy Of love.
You can’t ask me Everyday questions About life and love And promises.
Who really know The answers, Anyways?
You won’t find me Alone at the coffee shop. Your usual pick-up lines Won’t work.
I’m not really your Special...
To the Waters and the Wild - ch.17
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Daren lay unmoving on the tiles, paler than I had ever seen him. Making his high cheekbones stand out. His eyes were closed but I could tell that he was aware of what was going on due to the faint tension lines around the corner of his eyes and mouth. The clenching of his fingers into the...
Always You Part 10
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The Lucky Star of Henry Collins
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That night, I drove home in something resembling a drunken stupor. Instead of alcohol, my primary source of reality-disillusionment was a curious sensation of out-and-out failure.
There comes a time when you ask yourself, how did I fuck this up so royally?...
Always You Part 9
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I’d like to think my favorite movie in the world isn’t ‘Iron Man’.
Shocking, right?
I mean, who can resist that piece of genuine quality artwork? It’s the defining movie of our generation. Robert Downey Jr. is a damn craftsman, and crafting the character of Tony Stark from a multi-media...
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Submission - Poetry
Jennifer Bartolo
Alexandria’s Genesis violet orbs a solar flare an ellipse of nebulas clothing two idle galaxies these celestial bodies are fatal a look can mangle the most perfect fraction and blast what floats nearby medusa’s domain will swallow whole what dares to steady itself inside a haze...
Always You Part 8
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This is the part of the chapter where I’d stall for time and the audience saunters in like a pack of drunken apes. I’d say some horrible anecdote reflecting on the events on the plot, remark about the overall ridiculousness of the format on our good ‘ole blog here, and then I’d get down...
To the Waters and the Wild ch. 16
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“Little mortal. You do not know what fire you play with.” He chuckled. It was not quite the nasal laugh of cartoon villains, nor the Darth Vader-esque growl, but it was still highly disturbing. “You might end up knowing too much and might just have a small accident…”
“Oh...
July 2011
14 posts
To the Waters and the Wild - ch.15
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The party continued to swirl around us, the dancers creating a kind of vortex, and we were the center of the storm. There were angry words exchanged in quick, biting whispers. The sibilant language slipping off their tongues. It was supposed to be a beautiful language, full of lilts...
Fairytale: The Seven Swan Brothers
A retelling of Hans Christian Anderson’s classic
The Seven Swan Brothers
Once, many many moons ago in a land quite like ours, there lived a royal family with seven sons. Though each son was brave, virtuous, and wise, it was their youngest, a daughter named Catherine, who was the family’s pride and joy. She was kind, beautiful, always helpful, and absolutely devoted to her family.
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Always You Part 7
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It was a silent couple of minutes across the graveyard Miranda Cove highway, partly because I had far too many things dancing in my head to make lame conversation, and partly because the Jack was laughing at me. No, he wasn’t exactly laughing per se, but the smirk that coincidentally...
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Submission - Poetry
Jennifer Bartolo, second-year, Cowell
Impedimenta
I am from a street with a flowery name,
from backaches and smoke breaks.
I’m from waking up too early
and forgetting the day.
I am from two blocks away,
where two lions mark the territory.
I’m from the clean-it-ups
and the eat-it-alls,
from Cover your chest, it’s cold!
and He repaireth my soul
with Pine-Sol
and a blue...
To the Waters and the Wild - ch.14
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“What are you doing here Sarah?” he asked tightly; appearing in front of me suddenly when I was still trying to work out Sir Chaucer’s syntax. All those thees and withalls surrounded and backward contraries. It was enough to drive a girl to distraction, or at least put her off old...
Snow White Series Part 17
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At this point, I shall skip ahead for some time in my tale. The rest of the time until the wedding comprised of sending out invitations to various foreign dignitaries and gathering up the supplies needed to feast hundreds of people. A good amount of time was spent on my dress, too, much...
Always You Part 6
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Interlude
Okay, ladies and gents.
It had to happen at some point.
‘Always You’ has some…difficult story elements to it, if I do say so myself. I think I can say so myself, for obvious reasons, but I digress. For the moment, we’re stuck in teenage exposition mode.
We need to kick...
To the Waters and the Wild ch. 13
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I despise feasts. Oh sure the food, once you’ve been charmed resistant to its entrapment, is marvelous. It’s the company I find questionable.
Crowds of politicians all with their own agendas. It wasn’t any different from my step-mother’s old cocktail parties....