Lydia sits on the bench outside of the office. The muffled sounds of the principal’s and secretary’s voices echo from behind the closed glass door. She taps her pink and white sneakers together to the rhythm of the clock that hangs on the…

“Go on over and sign the waiver hun, and we’ll be all set to start,” says Lori, the tattoo artist. Her voice is soft and calm, what she has just said was protocol and it was obvious that she had recited it many times…

“It is exhausting getting drunk every weekend and going to the suite and trying to hook up with Matt,” Katie Bell ’17 declares, a bit exasperated, at the dining table of her townhouse. “I don’t want to do it anymore.” Soft tea lights…

It’s a Saturday night. Three friends prepare to go out as the last of the day’s sunlight creeps below the trees on the edge of campus. The bass of an upbeat pop song pounds in their ears from the Bluetooth speaker that is perched on the…

Will lifts the small black device to his face, drawing a deep breath from its hollow tip as he stares off into the crowded room. It’s smooth metal shell glistens in the flashing lights that blink in unison with a pounding subwoofer in the…

The air is stale with cigarette smoke. The smell has been layered onto the inside of Potosi Bowling Alley and now seems to be a part of its very foundation, from the dull musty odor in the worn patterned carpet to the sharp, pungent…

Worn and tired, Kokadjo, also known as Shmooples, lays on one of the red and yellow Adirondack chairs in the backyard of 18 Elm Street. “Shmooples-- tst, tst, tst-- come eat,” Haley O’Brien ‘18, encourages the aging cat. Shmooples…