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The Bully, Himself The weather was perfect for the first day of High School; it was warm with a subtle breeze, allowing for shorts and...

Pet Peeves: Everyone has them, and they drive us crazy. One of mine is grammar. I may be a little old fashioned compared to the...

The people we meet in college will be our friends for life is what we all heard once when entering college. To think all...

Zack Sterkenberg has allowed BUnow to feature some of his creative writing. Enjoy, and check back for more of  his amazing work. Everyone always loves...

Even dreams can be nightmares. “Pass the bottle over here, man! Who’s 21st is it again?” laughed Jake in a half-drunken stupor. He was in his backyard drinking heavily with about fifteen of his closest friends while the fire roared, and inhibitions died.

The other night I was listening to a man discuss a theory which presented humanity as a type of bacteria or cancer that has come to settle upon the earth. I have heard some strange theories, but this in particular sparked a peculiar interest in me.

"I’m jumping on the train to anywhere, the boxcar of my dreams that will carry me far, far away from everything I love, for insanity's sake, or a daring experiment."

I woke up straining to see through the fog of what I thought were my morning eyes. Everything was a haze, a multi-colored blur, until the unfamiliar white walls caught my attention. I threw a sideways glance to try to decode my globular surroundings. Next to me were what looked to be life-support machines, their tubes jutting out in a thick, tangled mess from overuse and disregard.

The very first poetry slam of the year occurred on September 23, during which students presented their own creative pieces.The slam was hosted by...

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The nighttime summer air surrounds you as you walk down one of the many infamous hills that Bloomsburg University of Pennsylvania has to offer....