Hi, I am KY Chan. As an international student from Hong Kong, I am intrigued by the beauty of English, especially in poetry, so I am pursuing an English major. In my leisure time, I like to play the piano, practice Chinese martial arts, and learn about meditation. I have participated in a series of debating tournaments when I was in high school. The debating topics are always controversial, which often broaden my horizon with multiple perspectives. Served in the captain position of the team is a great chance to know the importance of time-management and working under pressure. I have also frequently taken part in public speaking competitions, since they are precious opportunities to speak in front of people. With practice, I have built self-confidence and become competent in delivery in a logical and concise manner. In addition, I maintain time for my hobbies, with reading as my particularly fruitful one. Being inquisitive, I love reading novels, plays and poems. French play “Les Justes”, Indian poet “Rabindranath Tagore” and Chinese novel “the Romance of the Three Kingdoms” are some of my favorites. As an editor in MUSH magazine, I hope to explore and appreciate more flowery and poetic articles as well as art work from the UWMC students.
I’m Michaela Bargender, and I am a second semester editor for MUSH magazine. I base my artistic aesthetic on good writing. While I do like to draw, I tend to get more out of writing, so I will start with stories, books, movie plots and song lyrics. If I had to describe what good writing is, I would say that the words on the pages are magic. In several fantasy books and movies words also manipulate magic to preform spells, but the most important thing is to take the reader on an adventure without them doubting that it wasn’t real. How many readers wish that they could attend Hogwarts, being a fairy, or imagine themselves as a character in X-Men or Agents of shield? Fight the bad guy? Be the bad guy? This is where the writing should take people. Last year, I believe that MUSH accomplished this. It is my goal to help make that happen again this year.
I am a Lord of the Rings fan (of the books and movies). The trilogy is collectively a very beautiful piece of art. The books are more of a difficult read, but they are too entertaining. I really love Pippin’s song in The Return of the King, written by Billy Boyd. Boyd plays the role of Pippin, a Hobbit. His song is being sung as the Steward of Gondor’s last son is riding to a very eminent death. (If you haven’t seen or read The Lord of the Rings, I also recommend it.) The dialog is quick and brainy and is always a pleasure to hear.
Now more people watch movies nowadays than read. they are looking at the art of the CGI and the director’s camera angles to give the viewer a better perspective of the emotions of the characters. I think it be really interesting if MUSH could get more 3-D computer animation snap shots. It could be a really cool and new addition to MUSH.
I like anything that sparks my interest. A few poem authors, to name a few (so it doesn’t look like I threw off the greats entirely), I like Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost and William Shakespeare. Witty, new, and original, and unfortunately all I really know for now. I’m planning on branching out.
Hi, I’m Dylan and a sophomore at UWMC this year. I was going to be a MUSH editor last year, but I missed out the first semester and so decided that I would rather become an editor this year, to get the whole experience. I guess I’ll say a little bit about myself. Since I was a kid, I was always surrounded by literature, whether my mom was reading me the latest exploits of Harry Potter, or I was fabricating my own little stories. I can remember them, cramped words on lined paper, hastily slapped and stapled together, with indiscernible illustrations scrawled on the bottom. They were my first attempt at storytelling. Now though, my preferences have changed, and I know what to look for in writing. I really love fiction, and personally find it the most interesting of the genres. I always like to read whatever fantastical stories people conjure up. I like to look for a good blend of everything in what I read but look especially for small details I didn’t know I wanted to know. I feel like they tie the story together. I’m also familiar with poetry, and though I don’t know it as well as prose, I find the occasional dark poem to be an entertaining work of art.
Here are some more tidbits about me:
-My favorite book series include Percy Jackson and the Olympians, The Rangers Apprentice and Pendragon.
-My favorite shows are The Walking Dead, Supernatural, and anything Anime.
-My favorite bands are Rise against, Iron Maiden, and Thousand Foot Krutch.
I look forward to seeing some great submissions!
Everything I read, watch or listen to become material that I use to put into any pieces that I write. I love to read romance and fantasy books. Fantasy books allow me to escape the real world and explore a whole new world. Reading just paints vivid images in my head and I can never wait to pick up my next “movie.” Movies are a great way to help a writer, like me, figure out how characters can develop and how we can portray a character. Some movies that I recommend are Avatar, The Hunger Game Series and Dirty Dancing. Some of the shows I watch are, NCIS(all of them), Criminal Minds and I love watching Animal Planet. I also use music to help come up with creative words and phrases. I love listening to country, pop, hip-hop, rap and I only listen to classical music if I am doing readings for classes. Some of my favorite songs are “House Party” by Sam Hunt (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FhRhzAWzLA) and “Kick the Dust Up” by Luke Bryan(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhnaqcUZ7GQ).
Besides watching TV and reading books, I also love reading pieces of prose and poetry, so I hope we have the chance to read many submissions of both kinds. Funny pieces are great to read, but so are serious pieces. For MUSH I hope we obtain a wide variety of each. One prose and poem that I enjoyed from last years issue of MUSH are The Ghost of Weatherfield Community Pool and the poem Live. I wish that many people submit this year and I hope my fellow editors submit also because everyone deserves a chance to have their work produced. I look forward to reading all the submissions and working on MUSH this year. Ready, Set, Submit!
I love reading various categories of books. I have a strong passion to advance my knowledge by reading different kinds of work. When looking at the ranges of works, I usually look for a message that others miss and the true beauty that outlines behind the skillful work.
In movies, photos, or anything related to art, I am very open minded. Anything has the chance to grab my attention. There are all different types of experiences that lie within the work and it is truly amazing to be able to share the attractiveness of all the above.
Additionally, I love to write and share stories from my own experiences. Two more creativity affections that I partake in are painting and photography. Painting is my hobby, but my favorite to pertain in is sketching any observations I view with my eyes and with a simple click from a camera. I am lucky to capture the situation taking place and to share the beauty from painting and photography with others.
One in a life time moment that is taking place with a simple click with a camera or the picture to help demonstrate to others the views that I saw and be able to share the image with them.
I love viewing mostly everything for the true beauty that lines in the message within photography, stories, poems, art work, etc… I am looking forward to contributing in MUSH Magazine.
I’m honored to be this year’s editor in chief. I’m already a published MUSH submitter, my piece, “The Artful Dickens,” was in last year’s issue. I make comedy sketches and the occasional screenplay or short story.
When I’m not making my own stuff, I enjoy authors such as Neil Gaiman, Charles Dickens, and Terry Pratchett.
I read a lot of comic books too, particularly Batman and Spider-Man, as well as anything by Grant Morrison or Brian Bendis.
For movies and TV, it doesn’t get any better than Joss Whedon’s ‘Avengers’ and ‘Firefly,’ the Russos and Dan Harmon’s ‘Community,’ or the Coen brothers.
As mentioned, I’m an avid film buff, and I tend to look for detailed atmosphere, vivid imagery, rounded, developed characters, and quirky twists in a lot of what I read. Of course, as one can infer from my diverse media log, I have been known to enjoy pieces with many other qualities at the forefront as well.
He once again awoke to the sounds of the dead. They shuffled and groaned outside the barred-up windows of the broken down shack that was his shelter for the past two days. Everywhere he went the noises followed him like a never-ending lullaby, singing him to sleep with nightmares and waking him with death. The smell of putrid, rotting flesh was stronger this morning than it had been yesterday, a sure sign that the dead were congregating and that it was time to move on.
His pattern was two days: two days to walk, two days to rest; two days in the wild, two days with a roof, four days in constant peril. It always took them two days to find you; the third you were dead. His two days of walking would take him away from one danger and straight into another, as the dead were unavoidable, the only remaining constant in the world.
The shack he was currently vacating was about as run down as a roof and four walls could be. Its many broken windows were secured with random bits of furniture and shelving that someone else had seen fit to affix there, and the wooden floor boards peeled up at indiscriminate intervals. Mice, rats, moths and other creatures had taken to its nooks and crannies long ago and assisted in decomposing whatever bodies stumbled inside. The shack had the distinct smell of musk and rotten wood to it, but the only odor truly prevalent was the stench of death. The far corner held the putrefying, maggot ridden bodies of whatever unfortunate souls spent more than two nights here, and the long-since-dried pools of blood painted a dramatic picture of the monster that devoured them. It was a story he’d seen played out too many times to count, and the gory details had long since lost their effect on him.
An unlucky earlier attack had left him with a nasty limp, so the walking was painful and the progress slow, as he made his way from the dilapidated shack. He knew his leg should have been the death of him long ago, but so far in this journey his luck had held out. His slow movement meant he was quiet, and quiet meant he could skirt around the hoards of the decaying former-humans with more ease than his frightened counterparts. He had also learned to control his fear. He swore they could smell it.
The terrain was difficult crossing for a man with such a limp. The forest that should have been bursting in autumn beauty was instead infested with bodies. Flies oozed out of every surface and clung to him to the point that shrugging off the insufferable pests was no longer possible. Every few minutes he would come across another grisly scene: a half-eaten corpse, a legless torso crawling its way towards him, its eyes milky white, mouth salivating with hunger, or a man with a gun in his mouth, brain matter dripping slowly from the trees behind him. It smelled as if the whole world was rotting, baking in the ever constant heat of the unrelenting sun. The hopeful sound of rustling trees brought with it no fresh breeze, only the repugnant stench of the thousands rotting miles and miles away.
He was driven by an instinct that seemed impossible to suppress. His never-ending quest for untarnished food was only delayed by the discovery of a safe place to rest. He had carried on for years this way, going from place to place, searching for the signs of other human life that he never seemed to find, other than the bodies they left behind. It seemed as if he had been walking forever, never getting anywhere, as the bodies and the miles passed him by.
He heard them long before he smelled them, and he smelled them long before he saw them; A beautiful sight, a group of people, cooking a blood-red animal over an open fire. The smell of food wafted in his nostrils and his too long-starved belly and a deep lust for sustenance took over. A few women and children screamed with surprise as he lunged clumsily towards the fire and started ripping and devouring their meat, leaving only the animal untouched to burn over the open fire.