Creative Nonfiction
3 min
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
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Creative Nonfiction
5 min
Fuck the purple lights
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?" ... [+]
"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
4 min
Downtown Funeral Parlour
"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
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Creative Nonfiction
5 min
Saudades do Brasil
"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!" ... [+]
"I cannot believe we arrived just in time for the sunrise!" ... [+]
Creative Nonfiction
The Chair in the Bathroom
Nature is calling. As a new intern in the medical intensive care unit (MICU) my bladder is not yet trained to resist this instinctual human need. The team has been rounding for six hours, discussing
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Creative Nonfiction
2 min
A Perspective on Religious Universities
As a young freshman, I dreamed of how BYU would change me. Would I become a more devout Christian or a scholarly expert? As I near graduation, I fear losing the metaphorical "scaffolding" of religious
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Creative Nonfiction
4 min
Guilt Me Into Staying
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
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Creative Nonfiction
2 min
Fragrance of Laughter
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
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Creative Nonfiction
4 min
A Remembrance of my 1995 Mercedes-Benz
I put on my mink jacket and sunglasses and began to drive to a local parking lot. The air, despite it being April, felt brisk that day, almost like the weather understood what I was about to do. As I
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Creative Nonfiction
3 min
I Will Go Where You Want Me to Go
Imagine standing backstage and hearing, moments before the curtains open, that the crowd of freshly trained marines had booed the last performers off stage. My knees would buckle. Janie Thompson
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Creative Nonfiction
1 min
Writing is Like Unraveling a Knot
Writing is like unraveling a knot. It always seems to turn out that the twistiest jumbles are easiest to pick apart, while the simplest snarls morph into a recursion of stuck-fast loops in loops. To
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Creative Nonfiction
4 min
A Female Server
I was sixteen years old the first time a man told me that I was pretty enough to be a server.
I was just a host, but a good one. One of the best, which isn't even bragging, because being a host ... [+]
I was just a host, but a good one. One of the best, which isn't even bragging, because being a host ... [+]
Creative Nonfiction
2 min
Gold Ribbons
My hair started falling out about three weeks into treatment. I expected clumps (for the doctors, websites, and survivors said, "expect clumps"), and I imagined my hair falling out in neatly packaged
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