Creative Nonfiction

Bear Creek

Brennen Serre

The darkness was heavy. Nothing seemed to break it beside the occasional whimper from one of the other men.

It had all happened so fast; it was still hard to believe any of it was real ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction

My favorite type of trash

Ayazhan Kadessova

As a kid, I was always excited to show my illustrations to everyone I knew. Carrying my heavy old tablet to school, I loved hearing compliments on my neon-colored digital creations from my classmates ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction

American Dream

Haley Heaton

The American dream. The human dream. Like a phoenix rising from a 9 to 5 to become a name even your parents recognize. Night shifts are swapped for night clubs and auto payments for autographs. We ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction
Creative Nonfiction

Streetlights

Lydia Hall

You and (I suppose) I are waiting at a cold bus stop. We witness the moment, full morning, when the streetlights turn off.
Your eyes don't register a difference; the sun functions, so the ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Czech Tears

Jared Brockbank

A young boy no older than twelve sits on a bus at a station. Sitting behind him is a foreigner. Outside the widow are presumably the boy's parents and younger sister. The boy's backpack and durable ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Fuck the purple lights

sarz savage

We pulled up to the vegan ice cream truck. It was closed.
"What? I swear it said open 'til nine." Ryan checked his phone. "Yeah, see?"
He handed me the phone. It did.
"What do you want to do?" ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Downtown Funeral Parlour

Zhouyuan Xu

"No!" was the cry of my heart as he left me. Despair added, whispered in my heart. It was so genuine; thanks for the gut-wrenching terror that jolted me awake, pulling me out of this nightmare. The ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Saudades do Brasil

Eloisa Janson

"This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," said Joseph, looking outside from the apartment balcony on the 9th floor.
"I cannot believe we arrived just in time for the sunrise!" ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Wilson

Gillian Byrd

I have a quiet father. Not quiet like a rock, but quiet like a book. He is particular with his words, as if they were stepping stones. He is collected, not scattered. Firm, not flaky. Resolute, not ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction
Creative Nonfiction
Creative Nonfiction

Guilt Me Into Staying

Avery Lloyd

They were best friends. One died during the summer, the other eight months later, to the day. The Wall Street Journal article said that his parents had long since torn the blood-stained carpet out of ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Fragrance of Laughter

Vansh Malhotra

A blood-curdling scream of fear silently echoed through my veins as I woke up from a nightmare that left me paralyzed. Sweat started dripping from my head as the uncertainty of life shook my whole ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Messy

Elizabeth Prickett

"Can I have a fry? They look good today."
She leans forward, hand perched over the spuds like a vulture.
"No," he chuckles, swatting her hand away. "I asked and you said you didn't want any." ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction
Creative Nonfiction

3x a Million

Caroline Thompson

"(3x a million)
That's all
Your devoted husband
Nick"

Janet cradled her newborn child in her arms as she read his words, carefully sprawled on the tan paper. Her darling. He ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Trps of the Trade

Edward Chen

When we think of a cell, we might not realize the extent of its intricacy. Sure, cells may be complex, but then there are tissues, organs, organ systems, and entire organisms. Cells are only a really ...  [+]