5 Reasons Why Men Shouldn't Skip Leg Day
If we have to do the squats, then so should you.
Paris Smith
Paris Smith
I love Cabins surrounded by trees and words that combine into a beautiful story. Creating stories from my awkward life experiences is almost as great as listening to a rainstorm pattering against my window as I drift off to sleep.
-
Her Creative Writing: Crimson Leaves and Ebony Pavement
That is how you make me feel And it is both beautiful and terrifying
-
Her Creative Writing: Dark Meadows and Majestic Beasts
Read Her Campus Utah's latest Creative Writing piece!
-
Her Creative Writing: Spanish Sunset
Check out our first Creative Writing piece of the year!
-
Her Creative Writing: Stranger in the Shadows Part Two
Check out the second part of Stranger in the Shadows!
-
Her Poetry: Poem to my Big
You gave me a daisy, to represent my loyalty which I will always cherish. I will always stand up for you, with you, and beside you in your...
-
-
Her Creative Writing: The Trigger That Pushed Me Out of My Religion
Growing up in Draper, Utah everyone asked you which ward of the LDS church you were in; as if they were asking you what your favorite color...
-
Her Creative Writing: The Perfect Booty Call
Read this weeks featured creative writing!
-
Her Creative Writing: Tinder Valentine
Not all Tinder dates are taller than you...
-
Her Creative Writing: One Night Stand
The sun crept through my blinds, gently waking me up. Excitement rushed up my spine as I felt Derek’s arm wrap around my waist. I could not...
-
Her Creative Writing: Wooden Doors and Shattered Glass
Check out this weeks' featured Creative Writing!
-
Single and Not Ready to Mingle
“What about this guy?” Lundon asks, pushing his long brown hair out of his face. I roll my eyes as our waiter passes our table. “No, I am...
-
Her Creative Writing: Explosive Silence
I stare at the whiteboard, watching my Italian teacher conjugate verbs from present to past tense. My friends scribble away in their...
-
Her Creative Writing: Romance on First South
The wind whips angrily like a wet towel, stinging my face. You would think that my basset hound-cheeks would keep my face insulated and...
-
Her Creative Writing: Revenge
I exhale slowly, closing my eyes and huddling under my covers. I was finally going to bed before 10:00pm on a school night. A cold breeze...
-
Her Creative Writing: Just Friends
I watch the brown leaves crunch under Will’s feet. He takes a sip of his iced coffee, and looks back at me as if to say, are you coming? I...
-
Her Creative Writing: Netflix and Chill
Blackness surrounds us, creating a small orb of light shining from his laptop. I watch Batman on the screen, standing in the cave and...
