The Crazy Ones


“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently.
They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward. Maybe they have to be crazy. How else can
you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written? Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory
on wheels? We make tools for these kinds of people.
While some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”

About Rebel Chronicles

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LIMITLESS CREATIVITY~ Emerson College's Unofficial Online Literary Magazine: Rebel Chronicles is a magazine dedicated to giving artists a voice. This is for the rebels and the rejects and the artists struggling to succeed. This is us telling these people we can hear them. We dare to inspire, to do the things that no other magazine will do.

Shit-Faced Sally


About Sally
Sally is a responsible 21 year-old woman with an affinity for awkward situations and a talent for creating them. Here are her adventures.
 
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Slightly tipsy Sally thinks she is an intellectual, completely trashed Sally thinks she’s a celebrity.
 
After being rejected form several clubs, Sally was having one of those insecure, my-life-is-going-to-amount-to-nothing nights and left the room across the hall exclaiming to her friend Charles, “Bye Charles! I am going to go drown in a pool of my own inadequacy!”
 
While trotting down Alston, Sally began to speak in a British accent and some guy behind her said, “Well, she’s not from this country.” Sally whipped around and said, “JK I’m an actress!”
 
Sally was severely wasted during her cab ride back to her dorm and complaining about the amount of money she had been spending. So, naturally, she decided to eat her credit card and then asked how many calories are in plastic. That phrase now haunts her each day.
 
 
One morning, Sally commented on the amount of vomit in the middle of Boylston Street. Sally’s suite mate quickly reminded Sally that it was hers. Oops.
 
Sally forgot she had rehearsal on a Thursday. Sally got thirsty. Sally got a call from her director. Sally went to rehearsal tipsy.


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Submit your own anonymous intoxicated adventures to be featured in next issue's Shit-Faced Sally.

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