

SolitudeSolitude By Matthew R. Conley University of Illinois at ChicagoSolitude
I cant stop the inevitable. But this isnt inevitable! You have a choice. Thats what they all say. Eric barely held the phone in his trembling hands. He could not do this anymore. Life just wasnt worth it. Eric. Stop. Dont be this way. It wasnt your fault. Yes, Jen. Yes, it was. Jennifer, a childhood friend of Erics, tried desperately to console him. With every passing moment her


ShadowA light wind rushed through the emerald plain as the grass fluttered with each passing gust, ebbing and flowing like the tide. Leave rustled in the breeze, some joining its twirling grace, others simply shifting position. The ancient trees surrounded this plain of green, appearing as though they were the clouds of a hurricane, the grass center being its eye. Soft, golden rays of sunlight poured through the gaps in the leaves, offsetting the brown and green hue of the forest floor. Bits of dust passed through the waves of silky gold, quickly illuminating themselves, then fading into the background without leaving a trace of their existence. BiShadow


The Election of 08, a TributeCan you believe All we've seen? Through these past months, It's so serene. The elections have passed Without a hitch, We've witnessed history Like a winning pitch.The Election of 08, a Tribute
We will never forget This amazing race, Where two men clashed With amazing grace, And brought together A country divided, And held together, A country divided.
John McCain, Pure like silver, Poured his heart Into our country's honor; He suffered and hurt For his nation, Protecting the rights Of our generation; He always fought