English and Communications majors at East-West University are fun-loving, friendly, talented, hardworking and diverse. Among them there are young full time students and adults who juggle school, job and family; there are people of many races and religions. On this page you will be able to see some of their work.
What our students do
Abyss by Duncan Aernis Maleron
Do not seek that which hides in the dark
For you and your life are unwelcome spark
Shining and burning with a hideous sheen
To the scores of beasts hidden and unseen
Jillian didn't know where to begin with Steven, how dare he call her after what he did. She wouldn't forgive him, not this time. If he wanted to be a playboy, she'd let him.
“No skin off my nose” she scoffed to herself. She’d replace him like she’d done before, maybe with another one of his friends to really twist the knife. As she contemplated her plot, she brushed passed a burly figure in a trench coat and a fedora, making his way slowly down the road they shared.
“Excuse you” she sniped; the figure didn’t respond, he only continued on his path, moving as though he was compelled by some unseen force.
“Hello!” Jillian fumed, her green eyes vivid with flames of hatred and scorn. “Figures, you men just think you can treat us women however you want, don’tcha!”
Again there was no response, the figure simply continued to slowly lurch down the pathway, never changing his pace or his stride. This only made Jillian angrier. (to read more, click here)
Eidolon by Duncan Aernis Maleron
Trust not in resolve
For it will waiver and quake
Leaving nothing behind
But a ripened soul to take
Matthew Burgess was a facsimile of what he thought others wanted him to be. He felt it had always been expected that he'd be just average: nothing more and nothing less. He was currently a dark brunette, though he was born natural blonde. He had vivid, translucent blue eyes, but those were too pretty so he wore contacts to darken his eye color to a muted brown. Everything about him, was concerted to make sure he was inoffensive to whatever social group he was a part of at the time. It was why he was in the bar tonight. He didn't like to drink, but his “buddies” did so he would drink as much as he could handle and embarrass himself. It kept him “in”.
At least, that was the way he thought until she came to “his” bar. (to read more, click here)
The food was good - I would say they did cater to the debaters' needs! Besides, I received a small stipend, which shows that the league is in need of more judges.
Rafeeq Burton, class of 2014
Lydia stood in place surrounded by forest and trees, the sky above darkening with clouds as thunder rolled through and lightning streaked across overhead. The wind drudged up around her, twirling and twisting in one place like a miniature tornado acting as a shield, blowing her dark brown hair around her face, ever so often exposing her light brown eyes that danced with fire and power. Her blue skinny jeans which hugged her lower half were torn and ripped at the ankles exposing her cut skin, blood streaking down to the ground. Lydia's brown leather jacket was missing its entire left sleeve exposing her milk chocolate skin which was just as bruised and bloodied as her legs. Assorted autumn leaves were flung around her by the wind and her magic, nature answering to her every whim and command. “You're a WIZARD Ambrose?” Lydia exclaimed over the howling winds and roaring thunder, every ounce of her energy focused on keeping up the storm that was beginning to form. Directly in front of Lydia was Ambrose, the boy she had come to trust, the boy she had come to befriend, the boy she had begun to love, and the boy who had betrayed her. Ambrose stood (to read more, click here)