By Ally Wall “Don’t talk to strangers.” It’s the lesson so many children are taught when they are little. The lesson I was taught. I never thought for a moment that I would have fallen for a stranger’s tricks. But I did. When I was…
By Ally Wall Take a look at what surrounds you. I don’t mean the papers scattered on your desk, the bland walls of your office, or the fluorescent lights that glare down upon your head. I mean the violence. The hate. The complete disgust that…
In January of 2020 the state of Florida passed an amendment to the constitution which restored the voting rights of convicted felons.
By Casey Niebuhr | gargoyle@flagler.edu My heart goes out for the college freshmen. The impact of the COVID-19 pandemic has restricted millions of a unique experience that is the first year of college, and this sudden change into the virtual world has many feeling as though…
By Erin Brady| gargoyle@flagler.edu Short films are great ways of conveying big ideas in short runtimes. Many horror films, such as ‘Lights Out’ and ‘Mama’, actually get their start as short films that were acquired by studios to be made into feature-length. In fact, horror directors…
By Erin Brady | gargoyle@flagler.edu As a female journalist, posting opinion pieces can be akin to jumping into a pool full of sharks. Personally, I have experienced online harassment simply because I did not particularly care for a movie that somebody else enjoyed. It can be…
By Kyra Pooley It was my first time home since my mom’s diagnosis: the doctors said she had a rare form of stage four appendix cancer. I’d never even heard of that. But it’d spread to just about every other organ in her abdomen, turning…
By Ally Wall Crayons scattered all over desks. Scraps of construction paper on the floor like confetti. Tiny puddles of Elmer’s covering the desks waiting to be peeled off. Artwork of all colors hanging on the walls. Laughter spilling from under the door, creativity running…
By Ally Wall I sat on the edge of a dock. Cool spring air floated across the water. The stars twinkled above me and kept my mind from the swirling darkness in my heart. In this moment I forgave myself. For the fists left in…
By Jared Olson Even today, ten years later, the wounds from those days remain fresh my mind: a haze in the locker room, noxious fumes of body spray, the heavy metal clattering of doors slamming shut. The nightmare began after P.E. one afternoon. We were…