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athcreative
My name is Kelsey Crosby, and to give a disappointing answer that burning question, no, I am not related to Sidney. I grew up in a small community in Nova Scotia called Lake Echo dancing, paddling, and Girl Scouting my way through my childhood (although I usually played hooky at the latter). I am a third year English major here at Acadia and I am the Creative Section Editor for the Ath this year. This means I want to be a part of getting your drawings, poetry, short stories, music or anything else creative published! Whenever you get a burst of creativity you just have to show the people of Wolfville, I am easy to track down and more than willing to grab coffee and talk about how to display your work. If you have any nerves about people seeing your creations, or have no idea how to get started, I am completely open to working together to make sure you are able to comfortably become part of your school’s newspaper, because remember, this is your paper too! One of my favourite things about myself is that I am a creative person, as I love to express myself through colours and words. I had a love for reading and writing at a very early age and plan to feed that passion in my future by publishing my own novels and collections. I typically write mysterious, suspenseful, and twisted short stories, and I am also one of those ‘weirdos’ who actually enjoys the process of essay writing. I look forward to working alongside the other section editors of the Ath and the rest of Acadia’s student body this year, and I can’t wait to see what kind of creative juice the Axemen and Axewomen have to show off!

O Is Never Ending

His fist, once intertwined between her fingers now slams into her red painted lips. O is never ending. But his touch slides up and down her...

i wanted to go for a walk

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I Don’t Write Love Poems

I’ll be honest—I don’t write love poems. But if I did, I know what I...

a hell of a drug

i just want to run and dance and scream until i cant anymore. i want to lay...

Unholy Assurances

A necklace pinned to a chest And now nailed into my palm– And in a...

Sleepless

I lay awake on top of my covers because I can’t handle the sheet on...

Hope

a world where nothing is heard only said where nothing matters except...

Goodbye Opa!

And so suddenly it’s time, To say goodbye at last After all these...

Slow Fall of Summer

Lush and Vibrant foliage begins to shed. Trees slowly undress for the...

Growing Fear

You know what the scariest thing to be told as a child is? You have a...