Melissa Feito

Melissa Feito is a senior majoring in English. She can reached at

The Story of Stories: The future of memory

Readers, it’s been a great semester exploring stories with you all. In this final issue, I’d like to turn your attention to a more terrifyingly ephemeral topic: your memory. As we graduate and move onto this so called “real life,” what kind of narrative do we write for ourselves in order to remember our time at […]

A 21st century bard

I’ll admit that music is probably the medium of art I know least about. Despite having played some sort of instrument on and off for most of my life, I am just not as music savvy as I would like to be. Music is very meaningful to me, and I spend my day listening to […]

The Story of Stories: Who owns a story?

Maybe it’s just the kind of publications I subscribe to on Facebook (The Mary Sue, Bitch Magazine, all that necessary stuff), but my newsfeed this week was inundated with pure rage over the first image of the upcoming American adaptation of Ghost In the Shell, one of my favorite films of all time. Ghost in […]

The Story of Stories: Live and alive

On a Wednesday night of my sophomore year, I walked into The Burren in Davis Square (for the first time, to boot) alone. I settled myself in the back room, where I was definitely not just the only person under the drinking age but maybe the only person under 30. I know what you’re thinking, fair […]

The Story of Stories: Attack of the personal narrative

Because I continuously guilt myself into being a good Catholic, I actually did give something up for Lent this year. And, well, it’s the same thing I’ve given up every year since entering college: social media. Now, before you groan and close the window in which you’re reading this, let me just make one thing […]

The Story of Stories: Missing a family narrative

When I was a kid, like many other children across the country, I had to make a family tree. My teacher showed us some samples she kept from previous years. They were lightened by the sun, and included old black and white photographs. Some of them went way, way back, some to the founding of […]

The Story of Stories: Selling Realities

When I decided to major in English, everyone and their mother (and father, sister, brother, dog) was quick to tell me there is no work out there for anyone studying literature. A common suggestion I’ve gotten is advertising, although to be fair, it’s still not really the line of work I’m interested in. Advertisers don’t […]

The Story of Stories: Sound can’t override imagination

In the spring of my sophomore year, I went alone to Symphony Hall, not to listen to the dulcet tones of Tchaikovsky or another dead composer, but to the high-pitched, nasally, yet charming voice of public radio legend Ira Glass, host of the audio documentary series “This American Life.” This man had been my idol for years, […]

The Story of Stories: The visual barrier

I don’t cry when I watch films. In my teen years, I thought that there was something wrong with me — that I was missing the empathy bone and I was resigned to a life of possible sociopathy. My friends and I would watch some romance movie, and they would cry when one of the […]

The Stories of Stories: Not an empty play

“I have a secret. I am addicted to a good narrative … It’s funny because video games aren’t the first place you would expect to find any resemblance of a balanced and well executed narrative. Its very name, game, suggests something trivial, something purely for entertainment. In fact, I have been discouraged in past years […]