I had not stood up for hours. My legs were squished, but I could not have cared less. My head was stuck in a book, and I was splendidly happy. I heard footsteps coming down the hallway, and poked my head out to see who […]
SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH. My friend draws all over her paper and turns towards me. I glance up from my masterpiece of artwork and look at hers. How Cute! A little baby kitty and its mommy kitty! “I love it, Olivia,” I exclaim. “I will show […]
When was the last time a craft book was on the New York Times Bestseller list? Not sure, apart from George Saunders’ A Swim in a Pond in the Rain (2021). The book takes several classic Russian short stories and considers them from a writer’s […]
This past spring, with sat down with Ezekiel Grabau to talk about his story “Linoleum Tiles,” featured in our spring 2020 issue. 1) Where did you get the inspiration for “Linoleum Tiles?” My inspiration for “Linoleum Tiles” came as always from my personal experience. I […]
A black limousine crawled up to the emptying research building. The chauffer unfolded himself from the front seat, adjusted his cap forward on his head, and took his place at the car’s back door to await his passengers. A well-dressed young couple with a map […]
Have you created something special and want to share it with the world? Do you want to be a published artist or writer? Here are six great literary magazines for undergraduates to send in submissions, other than the campus Inkwell Magazine, of course. Submitting is […]
Recently, Staff member Zayne Engel sat down with Emily Kjeer, Inkwell’s Programs Editor, to talk about how she got started as a writer and what publishing her own work has been like. Below is their interview. Who/what inspired you to start writing? Actually, it was […]
Lloyd the Deplorable Scene 1 Henrik, a young man in his twenties, walks into the lobby of his apartment building to find AGATHA, who is roughly the same age and is sporting a wedding ring, waiting. AGATHA. Good morning, have you seen your grandmother today? […]
The soft whisper of shoes on concrete. A whistle of wind, the sounds of my breathing, faster than it should have been. It was dark, but my eyes were adjusted, and I could see like a cat. I could see lights ahead, and hear the […]