William CumminginShort Takes and StoriesConcertTwo lines of black clad students march into the great hall. The lines split and march around either side of the waiting audience. They…Dec 3, 2015Dec 3, 2015
William CumminginShort Takes and StoriesWatercolorMy brush soaked with green paint hovers over the page. My hand shakes a little, indecisive on the first stroke. The first stroke is the…Dec 2, 2015Dec 2, 2015
William CumminginShort Takes and StoriesCoffee PleaseI hold the paper Java Moose cup to the coffee pump and press on the handle. A quick squirt of coffee comes out, and then nothing. My sleep…Dec 1, 2015Dec 1, 2015
William CummingSocial Media Activism and the Monsters in the Dark.Last Friday, tragedy struck Paris. The last I heard, 132 people were killed, and over 100 were in critical condition after a series of…Nov 17, 20151Nov 17, 20151
William CumminginShort Takes and StoriesMy Earliest MemoryMy earliest memory is a sad one. I was three years old. My brother had a hockey game that day. I hated hockey. I hated being forced to sit…Nov 10, 2015Nov 10, 2015
William CumminginShort Takes and StoriesStrangers at NightTwo lights on poles cast dark shadows on the trail from STU’s campus to the Student Union Building, which students refer to as the “rape…Nov 5, 2015Nov 5, 2015