Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Exxon Meets Kryptonite: A Sequel by Lenitschka

Tonight's Game (which was focusing on what to do when you get stuck story wise): Take an old story. Come up with 12 ideas of where it could go. Choose one, write a page.

Pop cans weren’t her favourite, but they did in a pinch. Exxon Valdez knew she wasn’t supposed to. She knew she had promised her psychiatrist, her boss, her mother and her husband that she would take her pills and stop trying to eat every bit of metal that came along, but this was just a treat; a reward for eating regular human food all week. She ripped apart the Pepsi can and popped the tab into her mouth.

Her fingers ran over the sharps edges as she walked home. The jagged edges cut her tongue, yet somehow, when she reached home she had eaten so much of the Pepsi can she was craving a second helping. The house was empty when she got there, so she ran to the recycling bin, digging out the empty soup cans Mobil had thrown out after dinner last night. She wouldn’t eat the lids. Mobil was right, those were too sharp, but the can itself wasn’t. She grabbed one with the label ripped off and started gnawing as she flipped on the tv, letting the six o’clock news serve as background noise as she put water to boil and started slicing tomatoes. Mobil would want pasta for dinner. She would eat a few bites and sneak down for a real meal later.

“Campbell’s is doing a product recall after a local plant found green rocks had been mixed in with their can production” the news anchor said. “The rocks are from an unknown origin and it is doubtful eating the food contained in the contaminated cans will cause serious harm, but consumers are being urged to return all of the following products until Campbell’s can ascertain what the green rocks are.”

The news anchor went on to list a number of canned soup varieties. Exxon turned on the blender and missed the whole thing. She hummed to herself as she sliced tomatoes, tossed them in the blender and chewed on her tin can. By the time the tomatoes were pureed, it was time for the weather. Looked like rain tomorrow and Mobil’s golf game would have to be cancelled. Exxon made a mental note to stay out of the garage until she could think of a better way to make her husband’s golf clubs look unappetizing. Recycled soup cans were one thing. Mobil’s Titleist putter was quite another.

Exxon lifted the lid off the pot. A cloud of steam met her face as she looked down into the boiling water. Absently, she felt around on the counter for the spaghetti noodles. With impressive force, the box of noodles snapped into her hand as if they had a mind of their own. Exxon pulled back and stared. Had the spaghetti just, had she just . . . . no way, that would be too weird.

She looked at the blender and held out her hand. It sped towards her so fast it spilled half the tomatoes on the way there. Exxon stared at the blender, then at the tin can on the counter, the Campbell’s soup can, with her teeth marks all over it.


She raced to her computer, and Googled “Campbell’s product recall.”

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

VP (Student Life), by Dima



Ew
students
greasy hair
greasy chair
greasy underwear
ew
kill me
kill me now
make a pyre of introduction to cognitive development and computer speech technology: a primer and set it alight and throw me on top and kill me
books
so many books
not good books
not hunger games
not artemis fowl
just wide sargasso sea and nectar in a sieve
ew
kill me now
so great a pleasure taken hostage and made perversion
student res
student says
for better food vote chad for prez
Res
ew
burning
every crotch on parker 4th floor
burning
a practical education in community health
and psychology
take half a semester of abnormal psych 349
and everyone's prescribing herself ssris
spouting half-understood pop psychology on the damaging effects of profs' unprofessional behaviour
unprofessional behaviour made a profession
in this dark place
student labs
student abs
did i mention students getting crabs?
antifreeze
on frozen quads
summer's gentle breeze
and gorgeous bods
reminds me that if i follow my heart
i will be alone forever

ew!