Creative Nonfiction

The breath of life

Nilu Farhangdoust

It has been over eight years since my father has left his presence with us and on Earth. He was diagnosed with stomach cancer and his life was taken within one year of his diagnosis. My father was an ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

My New Armor

Flora Chang

We may not all don crowns on our heads, but we all clothe ourselves in underwear. Underwear, I would argue, grants one as much power as—if not more power than—the jewel-encased headgear worn by ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction


Ramishah Maruf

Mama is inconsolable toward the end of our summer trips to Pakistan. It is as painful as watching a child getting ripped from the hands of her mother, except my mother is the child and her mother is ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Breaking Even

Ben Sheffer

I start the chess tournament by entering the skittles room, which unfortunately, is nothing like a rainbow. The skittles room is just a lounge with a water dispenser and is not a candy dispensary. I ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Dreaming With Your Eyes Open

Hailey Skinner

I am not, nor have I ever been, an artist.
I am and have always been, a dreamer.
When I was in 3rd grade I had a necklace from Claire’s, which, in plastic silver letters, labeled me ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction


Lucas Zuehl

A pale, blonde woman in pink scrubs first asks my name and birthday. She has an accent that sounds Scandinavian, and she looks past the tears in my eyes as I answer her questions. She leads me down ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

How to Do Your Puzzle

Sophie Cassidy

I love puzzles. It’s calming to know that everything has its place, and that if I look hard enough I will find it. It doesn’t matter how many times I break a puzzle down; with a little effort, I ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Gemma's Hair

Isabella Piacentino

Gemma’s Hair
In sixth-grade, Gemma’s assigned seat was next to mine. My only knowledge of Gemma was that:
1. she played the youngest von Trapp child in our school’s production of The ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction


Niels Turley

Stretched out between the living room and the kitchen, straddling the fuzzy carpet and cold tile, lies the warm spot—a vent affectionately named for its delightful puff onto a child’s cold toes. I ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction


Sarah Rowe

Memories are like puzzle pieces – tiny snippets of a bigger picture, meaningless in isolation. One piece might show half of a face; one memory might contain a happy moment. You can’t tell what a ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Ashes to Ashes

Tyler Slade

I remember visiting Heidi in San Francisco, when I was younger. She was so charismatic in those days, her icy blue eyes glinting mischievously as she lay sprawled out beneath the window, looking like ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Orange Eggs and Ecstasy

Adelle Else

Today I had orange eggs for breakfast.
I thought it was strange so I looked it up and found that an especially happy chicken lays eggs with orange yolks. It saddened me to think of the countless ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction


Lisa Christensen

For over four years I worked at a newspaper in Tooele County, a rural desert county in Utah. I had a coworker once say the county is a collection of almosts—it could be almost a fantastic hiking ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Double Snail Shells

Rebecca Cazanave

This story isn’t a cute story or a quaint story, but it is a true story that I can’t quite make sense of. There was traveling and there was cancer, and then there were snail shells that have to ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Remember the Fireflies

Angelina Mullins

One of my earliest memories is running around my great-grandmother’s backyard catching fireflies. Grandma Marie lived in Virginia, and, at least once a year, we would make the nine-hour journey to ... [+]