Behind the Black Shroud
by Jack Queen
I am looking for an ISIS execution video, but I have no intention of witnessing its macabre conclusion. I’ve seen the stills in the news—emaciated men clad in bright orange prison garb kneeling next to black silhouettes baring knives—but I need to see a little more.
by Sam Tezak
Sixteen-and-a-half miles due east of campus and crawling through mid-winter, our gold minivan purred through empty two-lane highways lined with farmland and the occasional field full of junkyard cars from a by-gone era. We swung a left off the CO-94 E and onto Curtis Road, and the white signs began to surface: “Personal Protection,” “Home Defense Weapons” and “Be Prepared” leapt out of the hill banking the left shoulder of the road. In 70-foot long letters spelled out by black rubber tires in the hillside: “Dragon Man’s.”
The Curious Case of Real-Life Superheroes
by Anna Cain
Of the top 20 highest-grossing movies of all time, one is a doomed nautical love story with an accompanying Celine Dion soundtrack, two follow an adventurous band of suspiciously good-looking pirates, three are animated kid’s films that probably made you cry and four are superhero movies.
by K.K. Braza
Before I launch into the story you really need to hear, I’ll let you snack on a brief anecdote from my childhood. Jacksonville, Florida: my family and I are at the neighborhood swimming pool. I’m sprawled across an inner tube with a string across it. Suddenly, I spaz out, and my head slips between the string and the tube. My head is caught underwater. My neck is choked. I wriggle around sharply to try to swim free. “Dad,” I yell when I buck up for air for a split second. “Dad!” He doesn’t notice; he’s chuckling at something with my little brother. Nobody in my six-person family notices.