The Flagler Review, the literary journal of Flagler College, is seeking submissions of high-quality poems, short stories, creative nonfiction, screenplays, plays and artwork for our Spring 2012 issue, which may be published in print or online formats.
By Phillip C Sunkel IV | gargoyle@flagler.edu
This new year, Slightly Stoopid will be taking over the Hard Rock Live in Orlando for a once in a lifetime celebration. The show will include special guests The Expendables and Horizon.
By Gena Anderson | ganderson@flagler.edu
It was only a few laps into the hobby feature. My brother was in the far right turn of the track and another car’s nose collided into him. The section our family sat in was entirely on their feet trying to see clearly through the dust of the red clay.
In later years the crowd would grow love him nearly as much as we did and would rise with us, but this was early in his racing career when we alone where his cheerleaders.
By Emily Hoover | gargoyle@flagler.edu
I’ve never been so bummed about getting an A.
This might sound strange, but as a graduating senior with big plans for graduate school, it frightens me to think a pesky little minus might get in my way. And I don’t mean math class. Luckily, I passed both of the mathematics requirements for an English major my freshman year.
By Kara Duffy | gargoyle@flagler.edu
The Internet has come to dominate the way people communicate and interact in today’s society. People use the Internet to get information easily and quickly to access anything online.
We take the Internet for granted like it is a necessity rather than a luxury, assuming that we can access and use the Internet whenever and for whatever we want.
By Joshua Santos | gargoyle@flagler.edu
I have been working out with a personal trainer every morning for the past week and a half. I am not much of a healthy person. Up until I started working out, I was a pack a day smoker, more than half of my liquid consumption came in the form of malt liquor, and the closest I had ever come to stretching was me trying to put my skinny jeans on in the morning.
By Tiffanie Reynolds | gargoyle@flagler.edu
Placing the last gift basket on the shelf, I took a few steps back and watch as two women behind me rushed and grabbed six each, completely emptying the middle shelf. Walking to the back room to open and empty yet another box, I slid past men and women on their cell phones relaying the items they saw as they rifled through bins and scan shelves. All this while “What a Wonderful World” played through the speakers above.
By Phil Grech | gargoyle@flagler.edu
Did you hear that? It sounded like the closing of a cave door collapsing into the ground from a cave occupied by a cave dweller. It sounded like a special effect from an Indiana Jones movie. Stick with me now. I’m going somewhere with this.
It sounded like someone was dragging a shovel over the cement. Remember the sound of shoveling snow? The shovel scraping against the driveway? It was like that, but slow it down. Yes, like that, a slow shovel scarily scraping.
By Kylynn Pelkey | gargoyle@flagler.edu
I spent thanksgiving this year at an Alzheimer’s home. My Grandmother’s sister, Sandie, was transferred into the home about two months ago. The transition has been hard on her family.
Sometimes she doesn’t remember her son, Steven Jr., who pushed to put her in a home. Once, she didn’t remember her husband Steve.
“Why is that man in my room? Who is that man?” she asked the nurse.