The Writers' Block Digital Journal Publication

By Alex Fosnaugh The first time I saw you,  I felt a gentle tug.  There was a string Pulling me closer.  Inviting me in Wanting me to know you.  The second time I met you, I felt a calm familiarity.  That tug became dragging,  The gentle pulling became a lasso.  The string began to loop around us.  The third time I met you,  I was expecting it.  Because by that point  You were mine.  The string had tied a knot,  All we needed to do was reach out And interlock our hands.

By Alex Fosnaugh A crow flew wildly into the periphery of my vision. As if he planned it, he uses my surprise to gain easy access to his favorite pecking spot, my forehead. He tugs a bit at the crown wrapped comfortably around my skull. I wildly swat at him for a minute before my stubborn wife, Ailbhe, bursts out into a fit of laughter. One last attempt to best my enemy ends with him flying away. My dear friend, Stolt, is likely finding another victim to pester with his non

A short story by Alayna Rasler Look, I had nothing to do with my father creating AI, I was just asked to test his creation. My father is an inventor, and when he comes across a problem, he’s going to create a solution for everyone. So when I told him that I, someone who wants to be a doctor, didn’t want to have to read a whole book and write a two page paper about it for my eleventh grade English class, he was determined to make something so I didn’t have to. And who would

A play by Sarah Nieukirk Dead Personality Cast Rich Bitch____The Tall One Sir Gay____The Short One Kernel Nut____The Old One Sir Bastard____The Young One Spoiled Gurl____The Pretty One Miss Fortune & ?____The Insane One Mr. Corpse____Allen the Head (Everyone except Sir Gay is sitting. Sir Gay walks in, and Rich Bitch gets up to greet him) Rich Bitch: Thank you for joining us, Sir Gay. Sir Gay: Of course, Lady Bitch. I wouldn't miss your birthday for anything. (Under his breat

A short story by Sarah Nieukirk It was a dark night. Halloween night to be exact. One lone teenager was preparing for this special occasion. Ryan was his name, and he wore red horns and held a pitchfork. On his chest was a neon vest. This vest was important because Ryan would soon be the protector of a small gaggle of trick-or-treaters. As Ryan finished preparing, he went through the list of the trick-or-treaters in his head: Stacy, Will, Mindy, Aiden, and Tommy. The doorbe

A Short Story by Lauren Banks I’m sorry, ma’am, but our refund policy only applies to official mall employees Karen stormed through the...

A Short Story by Kharma Gentner Walking home from school, I purposely step on each dried, brown leaf I see. Autumn is my favorite time of...

A Short Story by Anonymous Present Day “Well, Jackie, you did it.” the chief said, looking at me as we stood in front of the empty,...

A fiction piece by Jason Branch, sophomore Psychology Major ●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～● Kel’s mouth tasted like ash...

A fiction piece by Anonymous ●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～● Princess Evelyn wore a most pained expression as a man in...

A fiction piece by Muriel Mackie, sophomore Marketing Major ●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～● The father took them to...

A fiction piece by Blake Williams, senior English Major ●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～● Mr. Daniel Ashbury is the exact...

A fiction piece by Isabel Newcom, senior English Major ●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～● There is a thin, sharp-nosed...

A fiction piece by Andrea Davenport, Senior English Education Major ●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～● Her Her throat...

A fiction piece by Caitlin Mann, sophomore English Major ●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～● I barely sat in a white wicker...

A fiction piece by Alex Fosnaugh, freshman English and Communication Major ●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～● You've...

A creative writing piece by Rory Maucione, sophomore Forensic Science and Biology Major ●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●...

A short story by Kaci McComis, Sophomore English Education Major ●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～● I took my room key out...

a fiction piece by Faith Patterson, Senior Communications Major

a fiction piece by Andrea Davenport, Junior English Secondary Education Major Content Warning: Themes of Eating Disorders