Students and alumni of the IWU Division of Modern Language and Literature have been frequently recognized for their work by the Conference on Christianity and Literature.
Chelsea PickslayCCL Undergraduate Creative Writing Contest Winner (Third Place, Fiction)
The drapes were a greenish shade of gold. They covered some of the taped-up windows, which Teacher never ever opened because, after all, a wind would blow through, causing a draft, which would then make the students sick. But Josip Grbeša tried not to pay much attention to such things. His job was to read the text out loud perfectly and not cause any yelling.
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Ethan LennoxCCL Undergraduate Creative Writing Contest Winner (Third Place, Nonfiction)
Daniel LuttrullCCL Undergraduate Creative Writing Contest Winner (Second Place, Poetry)
I believed in the regimeof sharp dressed twinsthose wolf-raised Romanspoking steel through the homelessman who made me believe inthe resurrection of the bodyand the lifeof a newly-deadwith a hole in his sideexactly the size of my index fingerup to the second knuckle
Bethany CarlsonCCL Undergraduate Creative Writing Contest Winner (Second Place, Poetry)
Our faculty members are also active in writing and publishing:
Mary M. BrownChairperson, Division of Modern Language and Literature
You tell me school is just a room somewherewith a swept dirt floor, some childrenwho have walked or run throughtown, hours through the scorchof morning, an adult or near adult whosecredentials are a red pen, wet, not yet dead
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Near the end of spring semester, Professor Phlox begins her lecture on the natureand the character of bliss. “Remember this:” she says. “Eternity is over-rated. The ethereal is treasured primarily by over-thinkers whoseconclusion is to dwell on the ideal.
for friends, disappointed at not having childrenYou wait for children like an old yellowbus, dogged as a Monday dawn, withoutany fuss at all. You swing out that armwith absolute authority, withouta doubt that cars and trucks will fall in linein front of you and behind, like days completely…
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