Crushed

…awoken by his alarm. The morning sun is streaming in through the window of his room and into his eyes. It's bright and warm, and for once Keith feels good in bed—not even sore from the night before. The bed shifts as Lance rolls over beside him, stretching out languidly. His hair is sticking up every which way and…



By Helen R. Steel

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A Memory

…time I walked into the studio, I asked myself “Have I made a mistake by transferring to SIU so I could major in Mass Communications?” The first person I met was John Katz, a professor in the School of Broadcasting. He was standing in the control room looking through the glass into the broadcast booth with a…

By Richard Levy

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Work In Progress

…entered the coffee shop and headed for the counter. The place was full of people, each of them seemed different and quirky in their own way. Manchester’s Northern Quarter attracted a different type of person than other parts of the city. This lot were cooler and more hip than visitors to the rest of the…

By Chris Platt

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