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... [+]

Poetry

Origin

Kiana Rawji

This is just the beginning.
As I stand here,
watching waves course between shores
like... [+]

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

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

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... [+]

Poetry

Wyoming

Lucas Zuehl

You’re scared of Oblivion
You confess on the wooden porch
overlooking Star Valley... [+]

Short Fiction

Candy Hearts

Isabella Miranda

“Be mine”, crunch. “XOXO”, crunch. “Say Yes”, crunch. I alternate sips from the glass of Merlot sitting in my left hand with the candy hearts I’m gorging with my right. Looking at the... [+]

Short Fiction

The Cycle

Neelam Batra-Verma

Nina sat all dressed up, in clumsy makeup and low cut silver shiny blouse, on a bright magenta saree, her bright red lipstick, staining her teeth and bleeding on the corner of her mouth. Every... [+]

Short Fiction

Coffee

Myles Larsen

A warm breeze blew past the two women sitting at the metal table, and Alice tilted her head back, closing her eyes against the sun and smiling. “Have you been here before?” she asked Emma, raising... [+]

Short Fiction

Out Of Bloom

Jordan Richert

The woman in front of me sits with her legs crossed, one meticulously manicured clear-coat-polished hand holding a notebook steady on her knee. It contains far too many pieces of information about... [+]

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

Castles in the Sky

Aliah Eberting

Castles in the sky.
Airy fairy, sugar-spun, cotton candy webs that lace the air.
Everyone has one. Some people have a dozen. I have seven.
When I line them up side by side they... [+]

Short Fiction

Why Jo Bikes

Penelope Alegria

Jo wakes before the sun. This is when the sky is red and the Illinois sidewalks are still clean and empty. It’s so early, she doesn’t even realize she has started pedaling into the morning until... [+]

Short Fiction

Angel Blinks

Aliah Eberting

They say there’s a time past the peak of the moon and the zenith of the wind when the angels close their eyes. It’s not a long moment—barely a second—not even. Just a pause, the start of a... [+]