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9° ae POLICE DEPARTMENT

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CITY OF FAYERVILLE

PROPERTY CLERKTS INVOICE OR RECEIPT
September 26, 2015

Received of___Pelice Lab Crime Scene Search Section the following described articles,

§ recovered stolen property:
Evidence in Offense No._F_8595® Arrest No | Charge Murder
Page Category Quantity
4 Best in show 1
8 *Film 6
14 *Dance 4
Lt *Music 1
19 *Animation 7
21 Book Arts 3
24 Ceramics 4
28 Drawing 3
a Graphic Design 5
38 Illustration 3
42 Metal Design 5
46 Mixed Media 4
50 Painting 4
54 Photography 5
60 printmaking 4
64 Sculpture bi
68 Textile Design 2
T2 Literary 6
85 Credits

* These entries can be viewed in their entirety at the following address:
www.ecu.edu/cs-studentaffairs/rebel

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If neither evidence nor recovered stolen property, wnte on face of this form in detail reason for police possession.

1.

A group of thieves broke into the Fayerville
Museum of Art last night and stole over 60
works worth thousands of dollars.

The burglary was reported last night by a
witness who was walking their dog. A single
masked intruder was caught on security
footage taking the artwork away, according
to the prosecutor's office. A Window had been
broken giving access to the museum.

Police and investigators have sealed off the
museum.

Visitors wishing to tour the museum were
met with disappointment after climbing the
steps to the ornate wooden doors of the
museum. Awaiting them at the top of the
steps, written notices stated visitors would
have to come back another time due to
otechnical reasons.� By early afternoon, the
entrance had-been cordoned off and security
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VOLUNTARY STATEMENT NOT UNDER ARREST FORM NO. 02031977

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Age _2 1, Phone Number Fayerville, NC

Deposes and says:

I was with my wife, we were standing in front of Curry's Bakery,
across the street from the art museum.

We heard the museum's alarm going off. About a minute later, a
woman dressed in black came running out of the musuem's side door along
the east wall. She was carryin two large, black duffel bags, ome in
each hand.

When she reached the end of the alley, a white work van pulled up
and she entered the vehicle through the sliding door. the van quickly
accelerated and turned left onto Lee Avenue. No liscence plates were
visible on the back of the van.

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Grief Came Knocking Barbara McFadyen First Place

Italy Intensive Sketchbook, 2013 Jordan Thomas Second Place

Aggression Janae Brown Third Place

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TESTING LABORATORIES

Established 1918
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Date Received: 10/02/2015

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Alexandra Ingle

First Place

This n* That
Brett Beasley Second Place

Barnacles Taylor Meadows Third Place

AwesomeT Possum Ashlyn Hall Honorable Mention

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The door of Henry's lnnchroom opened and tie
men came in, They sal down at the counter,

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on outside the window. The two men al the counter
read the menu. From the other end of the counter Nick
Adams watched them. He had been talking to George
when they carne in.

oTT have a roast pork tenderloin with apple sauce

and mashed potatoes,� the first man &
oTt isn't ready yet.�

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get that at six o'clock.�
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eggs. lifer and bacen, or a steak.�

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Cream saice and mashed potatoes.�

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way you work il."

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eggs, liver.

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across the chest. His face was smail and white and he

had tight tips, Ne wore a silk mu and gloves

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different, but they were dressed like hwins. Both wore
overcoais too tight for them. They sat leaning forward,
their elbows on the counter.

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-FAYERVILLE INSTRUMENT CO., INC

Fayerville Police Department F 04171979

To: Det. Astin Date of Exam: October 15, 2015
Complaint Number: Case File Number:

Subject: Unknown EGh. Unknown

Adaress: NA DLN:

City/State: OB:

Place of Employment:

Purpose of Investigation:

Grand Theft

Remarks

In the pretest interview, the subject stated she was out of town when the burglary
took place. She denied any involvement in taking the works of art or the location
of their whereabouts. She also stated she does not suspect anyone.

A ten question polygraph test was formulated and four polygraph charts were
conducted. The test contained the following relevant questions:

Q.#2. Have you ever been to the Fayerville Museum of Art? EO
Q.#5. Were you in Fayerville the night of the burglary? ag
Q.#9. Did you take the art in question from the Fayerville Museum of Art? olo"
Q.#10. Do you know any parties involved in the burglary? ae

It is the opinion of this polygraph examiner that this subject recorded significant
responses indicative of deception when she answered the above listed relevant
questions in the manner noted.

Conclusion:

Deception detected

Roger Feldman

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Destiny DeHart First Place

Memento Keeper

Claire Keatley Second Place

For Finest Nectar Only Tracy Bennett

Metatron's Box Amelia Gage
Mention (tie)

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Third Place

Tea Time Amie Efting
Mention (tie)

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Everything is Fine
Kayla Staigyil Third

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IN THE SUOERIOR COURT OF THE STATE OF NORTH CAROLINA
IN AND FOR THE COUNTY OF FAYER

STATE OF NORTH CAROLINA No. 2016-0328-001DT
Plaintiff
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Defendant

YOU ARE HEREBY ORDERED to appear on March 28, 2016, at 8:30a.m., before the Judge
Eleanor Keith Fayer County Superior Court, 2701 Weatherspoon St., Fayerville, North Carolina,
Courtroom 5B and to remain there until excused by the judge conducting the proceeding,

to give testimony on behalf of the Defendant and to bring with you:

Cell phone usage from September 1, 2015 to October 1, 2015 of inmate

lf all above information is obtained from FCSO no later than March 28, 2016, your
attendance will not be required.

Lynn Phillips
Clerk of the Superior Court

Requests for reasonable accomodations for persons with disabilities must
be made to the division assigned to the case by the parties at least
3 judicial days prior to the scheduled court proceeding.

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Nearsighted

Brika DILEtrIck
First Place

My alarm clock pounds in my head, begging for my
attention"itTs time to get up. Snooze once, shame
on early morning classes. Snooze twice, shame on
me. | roll out of bed and grab my phone for the
third time to finally silence it. My fingers lightly tap
and glide over the screen, the artificial light burning
my eyes so that everything around it appears as
darkness. 82 degrees and sunny with a 0% chance
of rain. Great! | think to myself.

| set my phone down and stumble into the

bathroom to look at myself 2 feet away from a mirror.

Grab my toothbrush, hairbrush, and other tools for
styling, all within armTs reach. (My makeup on a good
day). Walk a few feet to my closet and ponder over
my clothes, my eyes scanning a few feet of space.

| then stare a few inches down at my breakfast and
manage to sneak in some time a few feet away from
the TV. The news is important, telling me everything |
need to know about the outside world.

I'm late for class. My steps are quick as | smoothly
maneuver around the sleepless walkers. Sidewalk,
phone, people. My eyes know the drill. ItTs a skill ITve
acquired in college.

My class is on the third floor, so | step into an
elevator just a few feet wide. There are a couple other
students on the elevator. We pretend to play with our
phones a few inches from our faces because the few
inches of space between us is awkward.

| go to class so that my eyes can follow a new
routine. Notebook, projector, notebook, projector.
My back hunches to get closer to the paper, writing
as rapidly as possible. This particular professor
has a routine on his own: PowerPoint, back wall,
PowerPoint, back wall. The few feet of space
between him and us feels like the Grand Canyon.
Sidewalk, phone, people. Elevator, class. Sometimes
the stairs so | can get my exercise.

In the afternoon, | walk back to my apartment.
| shade my eyes with my hand initially"l donTt
remember it being this sunny and hot. | notice how
pretty the campus looks today. The trees sparkle

with golden sun-light, each intricately-designed leaf
waving softly in the breeze. The vibrant, red brick
path that winds around each building is passionately
illuminated, and the flower beds are adorned with
star-shaped flowers, all of it under a blue sky as
smooth as a stone. The openness is electrifying.

| suddenly have the desire to drop off my
backpack and play soccer on the quad, go camping,
feel all of my muscles worked, allowing my eyes to
gaze upon a large expanse of Earth and soak up all
the details.

But | have a biology exam and work tomorrow.
The deadline for my graduate school application
is coming up fast. My surroundings fade away into
non-existence as | take my time walking home:
sidewalk, phone, people, the occasional tree.

When | get to my apartment, | throw my stuff on
the floor, flop onto the couch, and take a break from
the day. | text my friends a few inches from my face
and watch Nettlix a tew feet from my face and don't
even bother to look down at my hand as it reaches
into a box to bring food to my face.

When | know | can't wait any longer, | get to work on
studying. | hunch at my desk so that there is nothing
but the view of my notes, my laptop, my book a few
inches from my face. | guiltily take breaks to scroll my
newsfeed, liking pictures of people being happy.

Outside my window is total darkness, so | close
my blinds, maybe find more food, and get ready
for bed. | walk a few feet to my bathroom to look
at the mirror a few inches from my face, reach for
my toothbrush, allow my eyes to scan a few feet of
drawer space full of sweatpants.

| climb into bed aching even though | did not
physically labor, exhausted though my brain flickers
through e-mails and tasks for tomorrow like a
slideshow. And with the few moments of energy
| have between now and Stage 4 sleep, | remind
myself how it feels to be able to see for miles.

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Lockers

McKenzie Shelton
First Place

All around me, lockers are slamming. To the right, to
the left, behind me and to the left, below me. People
in this school are constantly slamming their lockers,
as if that metallic, ear-splitting clang will make

them get to where they're going quicker. TheyTre in
competition with one another, | swear, A free period
to the kid with the most obnoxious locker slam! All
around me, a zinging cacophony of lockers.

As I'm finishing delivering my books to my own
locker, | close and then carefully, quietly, shut it,
savoring the satisfying click it makes, metal on metal
locking things in place. Keeping my things safe,
lockers are good things, donTt you think? They're
private, uniform, clean, reliable...no frills security. |
like lockers. Don't get me wrong, | mean | like other
stuff...oversized shirts, tapestries, C.S. Lewis, foreign
movies...lockers are just cool boxes, simple with
great utility. Safe.

Back to slamming"it would always be like this.
Every day, 3:30pm during the after-school flurry of
papers and hormones, | would be standing on my
side of the hall, putting my things away, Aidan would
be on the opposite side, doing the same. All of a
sudden one locker would slam, then another, then
another...another, and another...lockers arguing
and screaming over each other! | would listen to
their lead pipe song for a second and then cast a
glance over my shoulder...was he looking? His broad
grin broadened when he caught my eye and | shyly
looked down, following the guidebook for flirting
that I'd learned from the movies. Always coy, always
gentle. You are a flower. | know now from experience
that ITm less of a flower and more like...a locker.

Real world again, and | look where Aidan always
stood on the other side of the hall. ItTs funny how
the papers keep on flying and hormones continue
raging and lockers go on slamming even when
heTs not there. Funny. | shift my now lightweight
backpack onto my other shoulder and head down
the hallway, away from the frenzy. Keeping to the
right side, | manage a brisk, even pace, turning left

at the courtyard. My eyes scrape over the posters
| see everyday"various authoritative figures and
celebrities wallpaper the school, imploring me to
stay away from drugs, sex, and rock nT roll. | catch a
glimpse of my reflection in the glass of a courtyard
window. Wow, do | look rough! Hair in a matted bun,
baggy button-down hiding all but suggestions of
curves, worn-down boots, rolled up sleeves, dark
circles, chewed fails_..

| remember Aidan always made fun of my fashion
choices. oHey Cleo, are you trying grunge chic
today? We should all call you Cleopatra...Queen
of the Style!�...Smartass. He wasnTt so cleaned
up himself. Scraggly beard, crooked nose from
breaking it when he was four after he fell off of a
trampoline, dark, long hair that he daily strangled
into a ponytail. But he had eyes that laughed like
music and a mind like Excalibur.

| tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, the piece
out of the whole straw-colored pile that was cut too
short. Then | move on from my reverie. | toss around
poem ideas and try to suppress my dislike of rural
public high school and the group of girls in front of
me who seem unaware of the obvious fact that they
are physical clones of one another. | donTt have a
superiority complex, | just feel like there are some
marked differences between myself and my peers.
Like...I'm Tolstoy, they're Twilight. I'm Cognac and
they're Franzia. | realize how negative | sound and |
look around for something lovely. I'm approaching
the exit near the front office now, and | spot Jayla
waving ecstatically at me. Well, not just me, but
at the passersby, at anyone who will wave back.
Jayla is a grade below me, a really sweet, black,
handicapped girl in an automatic wheelchair. She
has a great smile on her face, sheTs beaming and
wishing everyone she rolls by a fantastic weekend!
Her weekly ritual. | come up to her, waving, and ask
what her weekend plans are. She is happy to inform
me that she will be spending the next two days
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good weekend to me. Like always, | giver her a light
hug upon her request, and say my goodbye. As | exit
the building through the large front doors, | look over
my shoulder at her, sheTs screaming at someone on the
other end of the hall to have a fantastic weekend! Jayla
is lovely! My faith in humanity is restored again.
Lovely. oLovely� is a lovely word, in my opinion.

ItTs full, round, has that gentle oLT sound at the start,
sliced down the middle with the oV� that pulses with
electricity as it moves forward to its destination, the
oee.� What a satisfying word. | really like words. They
speak to me, | guess you could say. No wait, thatTs silly,
words speak to everyone. | give up on words as |Tm
throwing my backpack in my car, collapsing into the
driver's seat. Aidan and | always played word games.
We would be sitting on my deteriorating couch in the
basement, watching game show reruns and critiquing
the character of the hosts. Bob Barker, sex scandals...
Alex Trebek, hair gel and philanthropic conspiracies...
suppose we were pretty bored, | think while | pull out
of the school parking lot. We were playing a word
game the first time he told me he loved me. He asked
me to play a game, free association he called it. oYou
say a word, and I'll respond with the first word that
comes to mind. Let's just see where it goes from there.�
Okay. oLights� | said. oSun,� he said. oMother,� | said.

oBitch,� he said. oDog,� | said. oCat,� he said. oPussy,� | said.

oSex,� he said. oLove,� | said. Him: |. Me. Him: Love. Me.
You, he said. You can guess where it went from there.
| pass 3, 4 and 5" Street while ITm remembering.
My alarm on my phone goes off and | grab the little
orange pill bottle with mine and my psychiatrist's names
on it. | twist off the cap and look down briefly at the
open bottle...it looks like a mouth, perfectly round
with all those little white pills rattling around inside it,
hungry for its dinner. Pills have a lot of power. If | took
all of these... | shuddered a little and popped one in
my mouth. Psychiatrists have a lot of power. | wonder
if they know how much power? I'd been taking one of
these little white bad boys once a day for about three

months now, ever since. | hear itTs a healthy thing to
ao,

Now I'm thinking about stress, | turn left onto
South Street, passing our favorite pizza place. | always
thought | was the one with all the stress. Maybe it
wasn't so much stress as cynicism. | was the one who
always needed support, a hug, some uplifting. Aidan
was really good at that. He was a constant beam, of
brightness, the light to my dark, the sun to my moon.
Among other clichés. But really, | was like the weird
sulfuric smell that comes off of a beautiful match
that's just been lit. A sort of accessory to a scientific
marvel. He told me to stop talking about myself like
that. That | was a queen, Queen Cleo of the Style. Ha.
| never really accounted for his stress. | tried, certainly,
asked him how his day was, what was on his mind?
Did he like the new alt-J album? Did it speak to him
on a stratospheric level? Even when | was actually
able to muster what could be considered a odeep
question,� he masterfully turned the subject around
into a game or an intellectual debate. | thought he
was a master of minds, | realize now that he was a
master of avoidance. | knew things were happening
for him, but | didnTt really know to what extent. When
| asked him about it, and finally received a shred of
truth, he told me it wasnTt just one thing. It was all
the little things that accumulated every day until this
giant, acidic, man-eating monster is created out of
your fears and anxiety and bottled up resentment,
and it's coming for you.

| pull into the parking lot of the tidy, inviting
looking building that heTs been living in for the last
few months. ItTs very white. Very sterile. There are
bushes at the entrance, a fake tree in the lobby. | slam
my car door shut and take a deep breath. | try to push
out all of my own anxieties as | exhale. | enter, check
in with the front desk, and head to his room, like
always. Room 922, up two flights of stairs, to the right,
hallway on the left. ITm thinking about the day we
met in 9" grade at freshman orientation. We were in
assembly and sitting next to each other by whatever

beautiful luck was bestowed on me. The principal was
speaking at his pulpit, preaching down to us about
how they donTt take no funny business ~round here. We
both scoffed and then locked eyes. | suppose disdain
for conservative southern authority loves to see itself
mirrored in another person. Room 922.1 donTt know
why the room number starts with 9 when there is only
three stories. Fucking weird. | lay a soft few knocks on
the door of Room 922 and open it without waiting to
hear an answer. 4pm, right on schedule.

And there is Aidan. He looks up and gives me a
weak, but still brilliant smile. | return the favor. HeTs
propped up in bed, the fake bed that is in this fake
room that this facility tries to make resemble a home
instead of a hospital. HeTs always reading when | get
here, whatever | brought or his mom brought for him.
Sometimes Homer, sometimes Tolkien, sometimes
different medical journals...today it's Popular
Mechanics. | walk over to his bed and climb onto it,
nestling myself into his side. We read in silence for a
few minutes. His mom must have brought this magazine.
A surprisingly good choice. | think about stress again,
when | notice the seven or so pill bottles on his bedside
table. He said it was all the little things that worried
him, his worries growing. School, work, his dad leaving,
his mom and all her new boyfriends. | asked, feeling
selfish, whether it had anything to do with us. He said he
wished he had more energy to worry about us. | didnTt
know how to take that. Cryptic as always.

He turns to me and gives me a very, very light kiss on
the cheek. | turn to him. Then itTs the lips. He goes back
to reading. He doesn't look as pale as a few weeks ago.
HeTs been seeing a professional, talking to someone...
sorting out things he couldn't say to me, that | couldn't
help him with. | silently scold myself for being so
selfish. It's not even about me. And | guess | have some
things | have trouble saying too, since ITm seeing a
professional as well. | lean over and point out an article
that | like and comment on the content. | suppose
we're lucky that it was just a severe nervous breakdown,
and not a suicide attempt. HeTs lost, but heTs not lost,

he said when | asked him about it.

He closes the magazine. | look at him. HeTs staring
at me. Into me. Like always. But his eyes laugh a little
less nowadays. oWhat?� He says, o| have something
for you.� oA present?� oYeah. But you have to figure
out where it is.� He slips me a little piece of paper
with numbers scribbled on it. oYou have to leave
now to go get it. DonTt come back until you've
figured it out.� I'm surprised. oYou want me to
leave...?� o| want you to find your present.� | swallow
down the pride | used to have and grab the paper.

oFine.� | get up to go. As | reach the door he calls out,
oCleo?� | turn back to him, ashamed. | look up and

heTs smiling, a shimmering of his old self. oThank you.

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he means without him having to say it. | shut the
door behind me, listening to it click. | wonder what
heTs thinking right now.

| run down the hall, take a left, down the two
flights of stairs, through the lobby, past the front
desk and through the parking lot. | throw myself
into my car, fighting back the urge to cry and tear
this little piece of paper into bits. This better be a
damn good present. I've been doing everything |
can for him, worrying, planning, trying so goddamn
hard! Being sent away stings a bit. | know | haven't
been that perfect, but ITm still here trying. | look at
the paper. HeTs written 13-49-07 on it. | muse. Not
a birthday...not a phone number. | sit in the car
through five songs on my dad's Janis Joplin CD that
he left in
here until | figure it out. | crank the engine and whip
out of the parking lot.

Several songs later | pull into another parking lot.

| walk in the large doors, past the front office,
around the corner past the court-yard and the
posters, left into the hallway. | come up to his locker
and use the code he just gave me. It clicks open and
| feel the deep satisfaction that comes with solving
a puzzle. | move a few books out of the way, leaf
through a few of them, not sure what

ee

|

I'm supposed to be looking for. What the fuck am
| doing here? | start to move his gym bag, pencil
case, and bizarrely large calculus book so all thatTs
left is the back of the locker. As ITm moving the book,
my fingers brush something that doesnTt belong.
Something soft, delicate... extract my arm and look
down at my gift.

A flower.

An orchid. A richly hued purple orchid, with a
symmetry and design thatTs nothing short of divine.
| close the locker and slide down with my back to it,
sitting on the floor, cradling my prize. | am marveling
at its shape, the firmness of the stem, the thickness
of the petals. The flower was strong, yet delicate,
soft and fierce, full of color and life. | was surprised
when | noticed a tear falling from my face onto my
old jeans. We've been through a lot, and surely have
pretty more hell to go through...but Aidan knows
me. He loves me. When no one else notices, he sees
something in me, something that is beautiful, strong,
and proud. | see that in him too. He cracked, yes. He
worked himself up over life and he cracked. But heTs
not broken. And neither am I. | can help him---l can
be the light that he always was for me, | can lift him up
when he is down, | can make both our lives so happy
that we won't need pills to do it for us anymore! I'm
not the only one trying, | can see that now.

| take in my flowerTs beauty once again and then
look across the hall at my locker. My locker. Steady,
plain, private, safe. | know from experience that ITm
less of a locker and more like...a flower.

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Fiction

Initiation

seth Teegarden
Second Place

The storm outside lashed against the cold train as it
snaked its way through the countryside. Raindrops
pounded the earth and made it boil under the
tracks. The train lurched into the station on its last
legs. Hail rained incessantly down onto the railcars
with a riotous clatter. The sound of the mechanisms
thrummed through it, rattling the windows and
rocking each individual car back and forth with a
sound akin to a dull heartbeat. The lights flickered
on and off and filled the room with a strange glow
that seeped into the air. A young man looking out the
window was thrown from his seat onto the ground.
He sprawled onto the floor on his hands and knees
and felt himself bite his tongue. Pushing himself up
against the window for balance, he felt the cold rain
pummeling the glass windowpane, thunder rattled
the window and startled him. Had crack

of thunder always caught him off guard? It made him
feel weak and vulnerable in comparison to the other
men, the one across from him in particular.

The other manTs back was ramrod-straight and
had never willingly touched the back of his seat. The
ends of his fingers thrummed down his knees while
the other hand ran through his thistle, cropped hair.
He was an older man with a face like a wet, wrinkled
book of manners and his eyes were sharp, hoary,
and flecked with bitter recrimination, He kept sense
of decorum, however, refusing to speak to anyone
on the train below his rank. Their eyes would often
meet while looking around but the older man never
blinked. His breath came out in restless bursts and
the young man could tell that he probably wasn't
enjoying the journey. He reminded the young man of
a great heron that used to prey on the fish in his pond
back in Altenburg.

The train was filled to the brim with fresh, crisp lines
of soldiers waiting for the train to slog to a stop. Their
eyes all stood straight ahead and their backs sat as
straight as his. He thought of toy soldiers all lined up
in a row waiting to be formed up into lines of battle.
Lightning flashed across the windows and threw the

young manTs reflection back at himself. He watched
the dark shapes outside as the rain swept past them,
small villages and farms thrown against the pale
outline of his pale, worried visage.

Doors began to slide open with a loud clatter.
Officers from different squads began pacing through
the railcars, growling and cajoling their men to be
ready to disembark. The men began to organize their
rucksacks and check their weapons. The young man
looked down at his uniform to make sure everything
was in order. The stark black of his new uniform
contrasted well with the insignia over his heart.
Stitched into the fabric was a flaming sword against a
white shield. Around the hilt and up the blade ran a
black cobra with fangs displayed proudly. Above and
below the image it read: Einsatzkommando Bauer -
Cobra Division.

The train doors opened and the wind began
whirling through the open portals. Officers exited
first with their men following close behind. Row upon
row of silent, doughty soldiers began forming along
the platform next to the train. The rain deadened
the shouts of the officers calling the men to form up.
Their harsh voices were lost in the storm and ranks
and files of men were seemingly formed together
by marionette strings. Bauer flowed out the door
with the rest of his unit. He could feel the eyes of the
older man boring into the back of him as they got off
the train. He was grateful for the howling rainstorm
outside, if only because it isolated him from that gaze.

Clouds covered the skies and threw a dull, gray
shade on the bricks and mortar. The cobbled streets
were warped and buckled from the hundreds
of years bearing loads of human traffic. The rain
thundered down and the water snaked through the
innumerable, invisible side streets, gathering up
like a tide to sweep away the evidence of human
habitation. Bauer followed the man in front of him
blindly as his unit was led through the main street and
into a commandeered warehouse. Inside were fresh
supplies and a team of soldiers ready to debrief.

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oWhich one of you is in command?� a young officer
asked Bauer as he filled his rucksack with extra rations.

o| am,� a voice said out of the darkness. It was the older
man Bauer had been sitting across from on the train.

oExplain our assignment to the men and they'll take it
from there.� His diction, Bauer noticed, was as crisp
as fallen snow.

oFine. Listen up men,� the officer pointed towards
a large map, oThe city you've all been assigned to
is called Ararat. While it is now hundreds of miles
behind the actual frontline, its high concentration of
undesirables has led us to call in experts like you.�

oYou are all aware ITm sure,� he said with a feral smile,
oof the reputation that you've gained within this army?�

Dark chuckles rippled through the kneeling men.
Some began slapping each other and laughing like
young boys about to be released from school. Others
looked stone-faced at the men and grimly shook
their heads. Bauer noticed the intensity with which
the older men studied the map on the wall. He could
almost feel their concentration as they planned troop
deployment and strategy. The laughter began dying
down and the older man stepped forward to take the
place of the other officer. He drew out a red pencil
and began mapping arrows through the streets. He
began splitting the men into a handful of lines that
moved across the map like a dozen centipedes. Bauer
watched the men grunt in approval, the operation
would be completed within the day and they'd all be
back on the train tomorrow. Bauer was impressed.

The first house they came to was a one story brick
cottage. It looked like something out of a Grimm
fairytale, till the man on point blew the cellar doors
open. Bauer rushed down the stairs with the rest of
the men. Flashlights on the barrels of their rifles threw
shadows and outlines against the walls. Aman and
a woman were huddled together in a corner babbling
in Yiddish. The rain outside muffled the chorus of
muzzles chiming against flesh and concrete.

Water soaked through his shirt and into his skin. He
shivered as the squad ran down another side street.

Puddles had formed where gutters redirected the
torrent into the ground. Bauer could hear his heart
pumping blood up into his brain. The cold vice of
nausea gripped his throat and made him want to
swallow his tongue.

The next house was tall and slouched onto the house
next to it like a drunken relative. They found the family
sitting together having supper. The father lunged out of
his chair, perhaps to reach for something to protect his
family. He pulled the tablecloth down onto the floor as
he went down, filling in the red-checkered patterns with
his blood. The wife sat in shock while the children fled
up the stairs, screaming.

oDamn it,� one Kommando said, oI hate kids.�

ItTs true, Bauer thought to himself, no one likes
playing hide-and-seek.

Children were often the most difficult part of jobs like
this. They would either run to their parents or go hide in
their secret nooks and crannies. Finding children took
a special sort of talent. You had to be able to think like
a child, to remember what it was like to be young again.
This was, in fact one of the most important objectives for
a Kommando. It didnTt do any good to find the parents
if you let the little ones get away.

"Well Bauer,� the man said, olet's see that special talent
of yours.� His jaw was a bear trap behind his muffling
mask and wicked smile.

Bauer's eyes shone, crinkling at the edges like a child
on Christmas morning. The other men watched as he
thundered up the stairs, hollering. Eyeing one another,
they shrugged their shoulders at the new guy. They
hadn't realized how much Bauer was going to
love his job. As he clomped up the staircase, Bauer felt
the wave of nausea hit hi again. He leaned against the
railing when reached the top of the stairs. The walls
were spinning around him. He could feel the rain mixing
with his sweat, the damp weight suffocating his wild
heartbeat. Creaks echoed throughout the house as the
other men searched the lower level for anyone else.
Bauer knew they wouldn't come upstairs though.

It was his job to hunt down the child targets and
no one else. Please stay down there, he thought to
himself, donTt let them see me like this.

The upstairs was nothing but a long hallway of rooms
jutting out to the left. There was only one way to the
stairs and Bauer stood in front of it. He wiped his hands
down his pant legs and sighted the barrel of his gun on
the first door. Rasps of breath scratched his throat and
tension cut through the haze in his head like a razor. He
opened the door with a gentle turn and found the room
dark and unoccupied. It had the smell of must and
age. No one had been using it in quite some time,
obviously. The next room was in the exact same way.
Bauer strained his ears for any sort of sound that might
give the children away. He thought of places in this
house that a child would love to hide in, places to go
when they were upset or afraid.

He found it in the third room. The storm had painted
the large window at the end of the hall so black that
Bauer had almost missed the outline of the door. He
cradled the brass doorknob, turning it in a full circle,
until it was a hair's breadth from knocking against the
lock. The room was full of furniture covered with white
covering. It would be paradise for an imaginative
group of children. He checked the wall for his
shadow and wrapped his gun around his back,
freeing his hands. He got down on his hands and
knees and began peeking under the tables and
chairs. Loud noises always set him on edge when he
was like this. Even his own breath flustered him and
drove him mad. His heart began to crystalize as he
thought of a narrowing selection of hiding places
left, turning to stone for his own sake. Dust spores
floated in the air around him, the flashes of lightning
and thunder illuminated them like shadows.

God, donTt make me do this, he thought, panicking.
Let them have found a way outside, into the storm. Out
into the rain where | can't ever find them.

There was a sudden, slight rustling that came from his
right. His eyes pored over the walls and the furniture,

but couldn't find anything. Then, almost by pure
chance, he saw the distinctive crack in the floorboards
that gave away the location of the secret room. Bauer
stood up and walked over to the spot in the floor. He
put his boot on the false floor and leaned his weight
gee)

"Hollow," he thought, choking back tears. "God
damn it."

There were three of them this time, two little boys
with round cheeks and a thin, little girl whose eyes
went wide when he gently pulled up the floor. She
was whispering into the ear of one boy, her hands
around his head. The words flew from her mouth like
the soft trilling of a bird song.

oBaruch ata Adonai, Elohemu melech ha-olam she-
hecheyanu.� Blessed are you. Lord Our God, King of the
Universe.

Bauer gently sobbed as he wrapped his hands over
the mouths of the two boys. The little girl mindlessly
continued her prayer, heedless of the danger.

"Ve-kiyemanu, ve-higiyanu la-zeman,� Who enabled us
to reach this season.

Next, he lifted her out of the hole and wrapped her
up in his lap. His whole body shook with rage and
grief as he felt her
tiny body struggling against his grip. He looked away
trom her, towards the walls and the windows, at the
silent furniture that
stood witness.

Choking back tears, he set her body back into the
hole with her brothers, nestling them together in each
other's embrace. He looked back towards the door,
fearful someone might see, and gently drew out a
tiny, silver hexagram from around his neck. He placed
it around the girlTs neck with a weak smile. He finished
the prayer the girl was trying to recite, the pain of the
memory of the prayer filling his own head with guilt.

oVe-kiyemanu, ve-higiyanu la-zeman ha-zeh.� Bauer
spoke to the ghosts of his past; Who has kept us alive
and has preserved us.

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Poetry

Arsaphobia

Brooke Lauren
First Place

the dragon crawled across his wrist, spewing flames into the crevice of his elbow
its black-ink claws scratched across his pale skin;

there was a piercing in his eyebrow and a ring in his nose

and his homemade shirt was baggy and his hand-sewn pants too tight;

and mothers grabbed their daughtersT hands, whispered odon't stare�

and dragged them out the door of the grocery store.
and no one told him he was an artist

she drew monsters and swirled words onto the wall behind her house.
there were spray cans in her ditch, and her Converse were stained
with red, purple, green spritzes of color, on the laces and soles.

her art teacher called it dark, her dad called it destructive

they made her hide the pages and dress up for school in white

shoes with white laces and black hair combed clean.
and no one told her she was an artist

they formed a group"the dropout on the drums, the singer who
dropped in from time to time with a mike, the rich girl with the keyboard.
they performed on dark stages with steam in their faces

and downtown in parks where people walked their dogs.
some stared, some laughed and said, odonTt quit your day job

W
/

and others left tips because they felt bad for not liking the sound.

and no one told him they were artists

because

people are scared

they are scared of the twinkle in your eye, graffiti, clocks that might be bombs.
they are scared of tattoos and backwards hats and baggy clothes.

because itTs easier to blacklist than to listen

its easier to ignore than to love

its easier to follow than to have faith

and even mercy can be given through prejudice

and the world digs a grave to bury inspiration

because

people are scared of art

like hardened lovers are afraid

of something beautiful that could break their

hearts

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82

For Anyone That's Ever Said
ever just tried being Happy

After Miranda July

Amelia Gage
Second Place

I've heard that when a whale dies
it can take up to three days to fall from ocean surface to floor.

Its massive heart beating no more, it drifts.

| imagine it a long shot,

frame set so wide the shadows of the deepest ocean

spread hungry for the falling beast.

There is no sound.

No too loud, ever present seal to bray to its friends that it

can't believe you let yourself go like that.

How lucky it must have been to be revered for your girth,

Not have to explain that if you couldn't feel your insides pressing against your skin
you might not believe you existed at all.

Schools of fish in higher waters have been known to circle underneath
maybe thinking the giant merely asleep

trying to collectively push the behemoth back to survivable depths

but eventually...

they let go.

Like all the lovers that will eventually stop believing that they can fix you
Take their cue to find softer current

One with less storms "Hey,

Some people don't like to swim

and thatTs okay.

You have a body built for this.

oHave you
instead?�

ne

Not everyone has thought your song to be beautiful

but when you pass them not even the sharks will charge you.
Just to see something that large

fall through something

That

Large

to give itself over to a new kind of element

like it was saving its whole life in the water
to someday pay back the earth.

| The part nobody can see

| The part that nobody cares to

Just kiss it goodbye

I've heard that when a whale dies
it looks like itTs still swimming

It looks

Fine

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Transcendelr

Emily Matthews
Third Place

His hands on my
alanis, Mis
words from my mouth -

fatal intoxication

(you're not

understanding me).
His eyes in my head, a
power-drunk Ares

laughing, weeping, erasing

hina as | find the

mirror shows
something else: a her.

His eyes burn displaced.

Different face,

soft prison.

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Photographers | Stallings, AJ
Photographers |Culbertson, Brian
Mannino, Joe
Zuercher, Christine
Faculty
Advisor Malmrose, Craig
General
Manager Paved, Fujiya
Student Harvey, John
Media Dove, Terrence
Moye, Yvonne
DATE
Judges OS 26) ZOOS
Film Cox, Gina
Visual Art Hardison, Cathy
Literature Martoccia, Randall
Music
Dance Richardson, Mark

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Holly Garriott and everyone at kmerge Gallery, John Harvey,
Craig Malmrose, Pirate Auto, Lisa Beth Robinson,Kenny Sheperd,

Judd Snapp,

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