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Creative Nonfiction
 5 min

Jimmy Would Get Jeaouls

Brooke Anderson

I’m going through my collection of CD’s—A Pentatonix Christmas, Mariachi Cobre, Tim McGraw—when a small paper book bound by two orange ribbons with a water-color picture of pink and coral flowers ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction
 4 min

Nana's Photograph

Madison Sheldrake

My nana’s house feels like fine china and lace.
The walls are white, the furniture floral, every decoration a refined antique. The house is delicate and apart from everything I know—like I’ve ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction
 1 min

The Woman With Many Names

rach elizabeth

You’d think a woman with many names would have trouble defining herself.

Her high school friends call her Lexi. They know her as outgoing and hilarious. Really, she is the “glue” of the ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction
 4 min

Illegal Work

Pui Yu Ng

When I was a little girl, I would often be alone at home and no one took care of me. The domestic helper, a young Philippine woman, Arnida seems to be very busy all the time. She is often late to pick ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction
 3 min

Authors Notes

Nicolas Sollors

Authors Notes

Thank you for reading one of the stories I wanted to tell. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

I have been thinking about this story for a while now, and I would ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction
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 5 min

Grass Carp

Jack Dean

I finish mowing the lawn and drive to your house. I make habits like this out of a summer that feels overgrown and unkempt otherwise. Each week: edge in the morning, mow in the afternoon, drive to ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction
Portrait Reflection  1 min

Almost

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
 4 min

To All the Toys I've Loved Before

McKay Fritz

Blue, the Dog:

You really broke my heart, but I know it wasn’t your fault. I cried when you came back. It just seemed so innocent, and the neighbor girl was my best friend. I trusted her. I ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction
 2 min

Musings from the Front Porch

Samuel Cottam

A light fog seems to grip the air. Makes all the surfaces feel damp. The air itself not unsavory but with a definite hint of weight to it not at all like you feel in more arid climes. The effect is ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction
 4 min

Tornadoes and Ice Cream

Hannah Young

“Dad, I had another tornado dream last night.” My father glanced over at me from the driver’s seat, his hands at 10 and 2, the perfect model of good driving. He turned his glance back to the road and ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction
 5 min

Count Your Blessings

Kenley Kohls

“Ohmygosh I haven’t even started that monumental thousand point project due tomorrow.” My friend sighed rubbing his eyes, “how far are you Kenley?”

“Oh, umm...” I hesitate. Sweat trickles down my ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction
 2 min

My Stranger

Megan Doxey

I was sitting in a public square in Athens, when I saw something that Intrigued me. A young man, not five meters away from me, who also sat on a smooth bench of stone, was happily chewing on a gyro ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction
 1 min

Passage

Alixa Brobbey

Rites are supposed to be heavy, large things. Difficult to carry or pass through. Empty stomach and a bulging suitcase as you make your way out of your mother's arms in a way that feels final. Empty ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction
 3 min

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 mean ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction
 5 min

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 ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction
 2 min

Who Am I?

Oge Ogbogu

MY MOTHERS TONGUE:

My mother’s tongue is precious to her. It clicks and snaps as her lips form her words. Sounds that I can only hear, but I can never make myself. My lips don’t make the shape ...  [+]