Buer speaks and tells me about the nature of his work. All these computers, these printers, every piece of information is his, and that’s what he feeds on. The demon knows every secret of every person...

Coming to the end of a journey that took place on the CSU campus and the streets of Fort Collins, many graduates will find themselves parting from the community and heading to post-college life with a...

The wired man has stopped chasing me, his footsteps have long since ceased. So for a little while I walk down the tunnel with only my own footsteps to listen to as their sound bounces off metal and concrete....

The long tunnel towards the conclusion of this whole tired thing gives the impression of wanting to be sterile, wanting to be scientific with the best of intentions, and failing. Everything is metal...

Web comics and print comics, while different mediums, have a commonality: many people wanting to launch their creations into the world. Yet in both of these avenues there are challenges and benefits.        ...

The wired man walks towards me, boots clomping, knife revving, but he’s between me and the front door. The only option I see is to go through the kitchen doors, past the red tape, into and hope to high...

  Downtown Fort Collins is full of college students and families shopping and dining at the myriad of stores, but today is a special day for the shop at 322 Walnut St. It’s the first Saturday in...

       The Bayeux Tapestry 1064-1066 AD This tapestry details various events during the Norman Conquest of England, spaning 231 feet and 70 scenes. The top and bottom borders have scenes from...

Staring into the deepness that the disembodied eye held, I don’t notice the other person in the restaurant until I hear the door to one of the bathrooms creak open. I pull myself over to the server side...

It’s a small place, dirty, with one of those classic counters that have the thin red-and-blue boomerang shapes on them. It’s a bright place, because a series of large windows go from the kitchen doors...

I wake up from the dream choking back sobs and wanting to hide from everything. It takes me some minutes to look around and realize that I’m in my living room, safe and covered by the dark from whatever...

  I’m crouching in a small corner of the refuse room trying to calm down and figure out what I’m going to do next, what might happen now that Brett has dissolved into a stain on the street....