Creative Nonfiction

I, Too, Can Dance

Sarika Chawla

I was in love with the way the dainty pink mouse glided across the stage, her tutu twirling as she pirouetted and her rose-colored bow following the motion of her outstretched arms with every grand ... [+]

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

I remember

Harmandeep Swaich

The Forbidden House
I knew what it was. I knew the house on the beach and that I needed to get there. I was there late at night when I knew I had to get away from my mom screaming that the walls ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Attempt

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

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

A Christmas Story

McKade Kerr

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. It was still dark outside, and I wasn’t fully awake yet, but I answered my phone and heard a familiar voice. “It snowed over a foot last night! We need ... [+]

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

Watery Shadows

Ruth Thomas

I can hear bell towers and train whistles from my window.
Sometime during high school, my memories started to get murkier. It got harder to remember what I’d eaten last or what I had learned ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Delayed Bachelor

Juliet Logan

INT. Montreal Airport - DAY
OLIVIA MOORE, 24, is anxiously sitting at Gate C. Her knee is bouncing and she is biting her nails. She looks at the giant clock behind her. It reads 11:05. ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

The Dam Breaks

Mia Lucia

Three teens sit in a Plymouth van half past midnight, awaiting the judgement of a cop. There’s a blond—a lanky, pretty guy with a pouf of hair and amusement in his eyes. There’s a ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

The Love and The Beggar

María José peña peña

A beggar is lying on the floor, crestfallen, begging for some sustenance to survive.
This man, out of nowhere, sees a being so radiant that even in his pain and darkness, he raises his head ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Changing What it Means to be Human

Silvyr Dragøn

“Times change,” has become an increasingly true statement in the last century. Microwaves now allow people to cook food in minutes when it once would have taken hours. Astronauts have left the ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

The trend of K’s in India

Sohel Vohra

K-drama and K-pop are not so new term for the millennials. But what is K-drama? It is Korean televisions series, or dramas which are popularly known as K-drama. If you ask a teen about K-pop o ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Stars and Silence

Megan McMahon

On that day there was silence. The kind of silence that you not only hear, but that you feel, you taste, and you see. It’s so thick that every step you take is in slow motion like you are trudging ... [+]