Fine Arts

By Brian Englesma

He started walking towards his car.  Bruce hated walking to Stone Lot; he always got scuffs all over his shoes.  Today he got lucky though, and he got a spot in Constitution.  It was a real nice spot, the kind of spot people dream of.  Easy in, easy out.  Even better was the parking job he did on ...

By Brian Englesma

Bruce found all of this just a little too much, there was no way it could be true.  The Germans?  Taking over campus, then all of Pennsylvania Dutch Country?  It just couldn’t be.  He resolved to continue with his original plan, he was going to talk to President Riggs about this.

As he exited the car and made his ...

By Brian Englesma

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The mystery man led Bruce to Washington Street where a black sedan with tinted windows was waiting.  “Get in,” the mystery man said, opening the rear door.

Bruce didn’t know why he did it, he didn’t make a habit of getting into strange cars with mystery men, but there was something about this ...

By Alex McComas & Alex Thompson

Samuel grunted in pain as another shaft of light found its way through the curtains of the buggy. Outside was bright and sunny, and Dunskis had never wished for otherwise so much in his life. Dickens, sitting beside him, leaned forward slightly. “Are ya alright, Samuel?”

Dunskis grimaced in reply, eyes staring straight ahead of him. ...

By Alex McComas

Name – Chandra Rose Kirkland

Year – 2013

Major/minor – Environmental Science, Creative Writing (undeclared)

At a young age, Chandra began her pursuit in art like many of us did. She used to draw horses and other animals, not to mention the occasional dragon, to pass the time. It wasn’t until around 2008 that she began to take art seriously. She ...

By Brain Englesma

“Bruce, are you ready for the meeting?” asked McBrayer, “Dr. Von Wolfenstein is really excited to share his new ideas for the department, I think it’d be a really good idea to show up on time, you know how punctual Prussians can be.”

Bruce glanced over from his computer, peering at McBrayer through his glasses. “Yeah, I’ll be there ...

By Josh Carmel

They say…

They say it’s coming soon.

The sundry sounds of silence,

Moving outward against

The tumult of noon.

Estival heat, piercing the deadbeat

Livery of morning smoke on Main Street.

Where the Baker’s boy would gather rubbish for the store.

Clumsy hands, clambering over the reliquaries of insignificant sentimentality,

The spools and spindles play more like a cardboard symphony,

Rather than a boisterous paean. It’s unruly, dissonant ...

By Alex McComas & Alex Thompson

Opening Comments

Hello there from the authors!

The story we’ve developed takes place in none other than Gettysburg, PA. Indeed, the focal point of the story is GBurg’s very own Glatfelter tower. Why? Well, why not? During the first week of our arrival to Gettysburg College, our friends and both us Alex2 were told the story of ...

By Caitlin Clarke

“You think too much on love,” the Devil said.

He was lying in the grass, arms behind his head, wings spread to full span and absorbing the sun. The deep red of his body stood out against the browns and greens of the field. He was, as always, an impressive sight.

I had not expected to meet him here. I ...