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Fiction >> Thursday, March 18th, 2010

General Ashcombe

She sat quietly in the winter night, watching as the air turned her breath into a soft, white mist, curling slowly away from her person. She had what they all wanted, that is, a soldier of her own, and not just a soldier, but an officer.

In Between

They were blocks of homes and hardware stores, each a different shade of the same rust and brick. Sidewalks glistened with the morning’s rain and shallow gutters were aspiring to mirrors. The road ended at 36th Street three miles down, far past the attention and eyes of anybody worth a walking damn.

The Capital of Sadness Part 2

The sound of the chapel bells ringing crisply across the snow seemed to splinter the smooth silence of the night that the cold air had frozen. It would now be one hour until check in and then another 15 minutes until lights out and sleep still further than that.

The Capital of Sadness Part 1

The sound of his roommate’s alarm stirred Cameron from sleep. He brought simple facts to

Prophet

In the eternal darkness that is a winter midnight, I threw all my suspicions to the wind and consulted a false prophet. I’ve been lonely as of late, waiting for a knight—any knight—even one riding by in tarnished armor on a sickly nag, to stop for me. The mood was just right for me to be properly duped into thinking I was Venus.

Faith Healer

You lay there dying, and you want to give up. I can see it, I

Hey, wanna make out? Oh … a handshake is cool too

Inhabiting a campus as culturally eclectic as Georgetown, I often find myself unsure of the

Identity crisis? Hong Kong’s unique cultural fusion

When asked, I say that I am from Hong Kong. People always ask me why

GUSA President: Open Letter to Incoming Students

When trying to define the Georgetown University Student Association (GUSA), I have not found a

Despite the drug violence, life on the border goes on

If you Google “Ciudad Juárez, Mexico,” you will find a long list of bleak news

Our throw away society can’t continue forever—recycle!

Three months ago, I went to Barack Obama’s inauguration ceremony. Although I have many joyous