Creative Writing Blog: Tirade of an angry man

#1 Life has taught me that my opinion doesn’t matter. We as human beings believe that we possess real power because we can control others, yet in actuality we cannot even control ourselves. We are slaves indebted to the flow of time. What we claim is freedom is captivity. What we call power is actually weakness. We are not who we claim to be and I’m tired. #2 I have come to the realization that human beings are petty creatures. They crave security and normality yet they themselves are the harbingers of destruction and division. #3 I cannot get her voice out of my head. Her sweet melody which causes my stomach to drop and the hairs on my body to […]

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Letter: Frosh week is a delusion

Re: “Frosh week can be the start of something amazing” Sept. 4-10 “We are all best friends!” is one of the many chants you may have heard being screamed during the joke known as a frosh week. Like most first-year students, I was excited when I found out I had been accepted to Carleton. University was going to be the start of something new, a chance to excel and propel into an environment of advanced learning. Instead I arrived to find the exact opposite. Orientation Week is supposed to be dedicated to immersing university’s fresh batch of fodder into Carleton’s culture. It’s a week filled with games and activities which wildly resemble a disorganized summer camp. Frosh week provided me […]

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Creative Writing Blog: Coffee

He sipped his coffee. Three milks, two sugars. Letting the liquid linger in his mouth, he savoured its taste. It was sweet in the beginning but as it went down it turned sour. He set the cup down and stretched back in his seat. There was a soft ding as the coffee shop door opened. A breeze rustled its way into the shop, along with it came the gentle aroma of sunflowers and mild honeydew. He raised his cup and took another sip. For the past seven months he had made it his ritual to sit here and enjoy a cup of coffee. It had first started with his fiancée but when she left, he decided to make it personal. […]

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