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in.medias.res Autumn 2012


TABLE OF CONTENTS STAFF…………………………………………………………………..3 PUMPKINCAKE CONTEST WINNER Robert Graham and his poem “Easy Target for the Nightmare”…………,……..……....4 BRIDE OF PUMPKINCAKE CONTEST WINNER Gina Tuzzolo and her painting “Untitled”….………………………………………….6 “A Nighttime Walk” a short story by Elizabeth Ward………………….7 “Untitled” by Ciara Reyes…..…………………………………………..8 “Untitled Poem” by John Dihn…….……………………………...…….9 “Untitled” by Hannah McHugh…….…………………………………...9 “Just Your Everyday Nightmare” by Hannah Humphries…….….…...10 “Untitled” by Andy Hopkins……...…………………………………...11 “There’s Something in the Back of my Head” by Emma Martin.……..12 “The Man with the Knife” by Kristen Penrose…….…..………………13 “Nightmare” by Sarah Coleman…………………………………….…14 “Untitled” by Fred Loud……………………………………………….14 “I See Things I Wish to Unsee” by Trent Dussault…….…………...…15 “Untitled” by Mary Elizabeth Doberneck…………...………………...15 “Being Chased” by Megan Link……………………………...………..16 “Fear of the American Poet” by Mason Leonard…………..………….17 “Untitled” by Taylor Maroney……………………………...…………18 Featured Poet: Frau Van Eck…………………………………………..19

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STAFF Editor in Chief Kayla Gonzalaez

Assistant Editor Elizabeth Ward

Selection Committee Hannah McHugh Anthony Starks

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CONTEST WINNERS: ROBERT GRAHAM AND GINA TUZZOLO

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ob Graham was excited to submit a piece to the Pumpkin Cake contest after

seeing this year’s commercials. “I have always been entertained by the commercials and I wanted to do the contest,” he says. Rob says he loves to write poems and wanted to show off his creative writing skills. He admits, “I was confident that I had a good chance of winning.” Rob hopes for a future in writing, possibly in journalism, but right now he simply “loves…knowing [he is] the one with the Pumpkin Cake!”

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EASY TARGET FOR THE NIGHTMARE By Robert Graham First Place: Literature It’s time once again For me to reunite with sleep. It’s difficult for me to pen the memories that I keep. Once I fall prisoner to a dream, I lose all of my cheer. The nightmare is a friend commonly known as Fear. My worries have come to attack; All I can do is shake. I just want to step back; to leave this demonic place. I can’t find the secret hatch to escape from such terror. Every move is just another crash into a fear to which I tremor. But suddenly God unlocks my cell; I begin to take control. Finally free from Hell; Back to the world of old. But no story ends happily ever after; At least not without some tweak. Satan calls from the rafters, “In slumber, you’re so weak.”

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UNTITLED By Gina Tuzzolo First Place: Visual Arts

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A NIGHTTIME WALK By Elizabeth Ward Second Place: Literature

There it is again. Mr. Elm pauses, looks over his shoulder. But once again, he sees nothing. Just the same, he picks up his pace slightly as he continues down the shadowy street. No cars pass him, no other midnight wanderers cross his path. The street lights flicker. A few go out completely. A thought flashes through his mind: Where am I even going? Mr. Elm slows down, but before he can stop to consider his own question, he hears it again: Click. Click. Click. The sound is behind him again, closer this time. It’s a familiar sound, but Mr. Elm doesn’t have time to figure out why. He speeds up again, and this time, instead of disappearing, the sound speeds up as well: Click click click. Mr. Elm breaks into a run. Clickclickclick! He turns down a side street. Except, it isn’t a side street; it’s a dead end. Panicked, Mr. Elm beats his hands against the brick wall. Then he hears it: Click. Click. Click. The sound stops. Mr. Elm turns around slowly, peering into the darkness. Two glowing eyes peer back at him. A low, menacing growl fills the alley. Before he can react, before he can even think, a brown blur leaps at him. Mr. Elm shrieks, instinctively shielding his face with his arm. Claws slash through his coat, break through his skin. He crumples to the ground. A shadow falls across Mr. Elm’s prone figure, and he looks up at his attacker. 7


Yellow eyes. Matted fur. Snarling fangs. Claws stained with his blood. Mr. Elm sits up abruptly in his bed, a scream trapped in his throat. “Honey! Honey, calm down. You were having a nightmare.” Mrs. Elm rubs her husband’s back soothingly. He looks around his bedroom, filled with the soft glow of the bedside lamp, still breathing heavily. “Of course. A nightmare…” Click click click. Mr. Elm yelps, and his wife cries, “Honey, it’s only Dexter!” He looks down into the warm chocolate eyes of his lab. He smiles with relief. Mr. Elm reaches out to give Dexter a pat on the head. He freezes, arm outstretched. Mrs. Elm gasps, “Your arm!” Running along Mr. Elm’s arm, still fresh, are three long red gashes. ~~~

UNTITLED By Ciara Reyes Second Place: Visual Arts 8


UNTITLED By John Dinh Third Place: Literature Deep in my mind, the night overruns me. It is like a sweet smell of chaos, of the warm blood flowing into my mouth. The world burns before me, cries of mercy. I stand there in the center of all this chaos. Oh, I beg for more, but my mind drives me crazy. Oh, the things I would do to get rid of it, and crush it with my bloody heels. This war between me and my mind has seems to go on and on.

UNTITLED By Hannah McHugh Third Place: Visual Arts

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JUST YOUR EVERYDAY NIGHTMARE By Hannah Humphries “A nightmare’s in a dream,” That’s what a kid will say. Apparently they’ve never been through high school for a day. It starts with waking up, way before the sun is out. And your peers all try to look nice, now what’s that all about? You wait out for the bus in the cold, or heat, or rain. When you finally get on, the kids drive you insane. You pull up to the school; thanks to the seat your back is sore. Forget about the ghosts, its teenage girls you watch out for. They’re sneakier than vamps, and I swear they’ll smell your fear. They’ll twist your words around, no matter what they hear. The boys aren’t a problem, they make Frankenstein look smart. They’re just the same as always; the funniest thing is still a fart. So now it’s time for class, your room is pretty much a jail cell. Say goodbye to your friends now, you might want to wish them well. So now these next few hours you’ll see witches, or teachers, at their best. Oh you’ve never known a nightmare till you’ve heard them say “pop test”. You get to go to lunch, if you can survive through half your day. Don’t listen to the seniors, the food you bought shouldn’t crunch that way. Now you’re off to 2 more classes, don’t worry you’re almost done. Don’t you kind of want to punch all the people who said that high school’s fun? You feel like an actual zombie, when the final bell rings its last bit. Just don’t get too excited it’s over, tomorrow you’ll be here before you know it. Now children think twice about growing up, I can tell that you’ve never had a true scare. But high school is just around the corner. And that, my friends, is a real nightmare.

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UNTITLED By Andy Hopkins

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THERE’S SOMETHING IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD By Emma Martin There’s something in the back of my head, Something I forgot And left to rot. It’s old and dark And covered in cobwebs. It’s as wet as moss And dry as bones. I hid it there one day To keep the evil away. But every now and then When I’m most weak And fast asleep It sneaks back in to haunt me. It reeks of monsters It speaks of whispered woes But then before its jaws can grab me, The morning comes and it hides in the back of my brain again.

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THE MAN WITH THE KNIFE By Kristen Penrose In the darkness of night A piercing scream, A terrifying cry. She awakens, From her deep and peaceful sleep, Only to find, The man with the knife. A shadowy Figure, A pool of blood, The knife in his hand. She tries to scream, But fear has taken over, She’s still with fear, Of the man with the knife. She hides in fear, He’s still right there. He stabs, She jumps, Only to realize, The man with the knife… Was never really there.

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NIGHTMARE By Sarah Coleman I went to sleep One dreary night, To the sound of wind and forest fright. I woke up in a weird place, Within a small space. Darkness and death were everywhere, They brought about quite a scare. There were strange creatures all about, They really freaked me out. I woke up to the sound of rushing air, Thankfully it was only a nightmare.

By Fred Loud

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I SEE THINGS I WISH TO UNSEE By Trent Dussault I see things I wish not to unsee, Evil people haunt the halls, Hell is burning with the Devil’s hate, I fear my possible fate, The Darkness gulps me down, I awake.

by Mary Elizabeth Doberneck

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BEING CHASED By Megan Link Being chased But I can’t move. I see it coming; My thoughts don’t soothe. Falling off a mountain But I never hit the ground, For the darkness takes me over; My fear is beyond profound. As the beast attacks me, I try to wake up But the thrill is so real; I just need to sit up. Right before my death I feel a jolt of pain, For when my eyes open It’s just a nightmare.

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FEAR OF THE AMERICAN POET By: Mason Leonard Not of Fire Not of Ice Not of Midnight’s crawling fright Not of Height God’s reveling light Nor the shade that finds me unafraid It’s not the eye (The terrible EYE!) Nor some bird named Nevermore My dear lies Here. “Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year” Quiet woods and downy flake Cover my body lest I wake The “Psalm of Life” owned one mistake MY FEAR LIES HERE No heart left to be called “Dear” This is the darkest evening of the year.

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By Taylor Maroney

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FEATURED POET: Frau Van Eck

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