Short Fiction

The Palace of Light

Dexter Bellingham

Javier: “Francisco.”
Francisco: “yes, Javi?”
Javier: “Can we take a break? My feet are sore.”
Francisco: “No, just a little farther we are almost there.”
Javier: “You said the same thing ...  [+]
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 box, the amount ...  [+]
Short Fiction

The Red Dress

Sophia Whitney

Memory is a tricky thing. It could be altered too easily, Arthur thought. But maybe that was just because he was particularly good at tripping people up, getting them to confuse real events with ones ...  [+]
Poetry
Poetry

Oasis

Cameron Noval

The sun is setting
Or is it rising?
Who’s to say

Is this the end of our day, ou ...  [+]
Poetry
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 as ...  [+]
Poetry

Unfrozen

Madison Hauki

My feet were frozen.

The holes in my runners didn’t offer any protection from the wet snow ...  [+]
Poetry
Poetry
Poetry

Wyoming

Lucas Zuehl

You’re scared of Oblivion

You confess on the wooden porch
overlooking Star Valley
Lines ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction
Short Fiction

The Shore

Hoi Yat LEUNG

So heavy...feeling sick...my tummy hurts...

I slowly open my eyes, only to see myself lying on an unknown beach. The sand stings my body—still better than lying on rough pointy stones, I ...  [+]
Poetry
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 can ...  [+]
Poetry
Short Fiction
Short Fiction

Butterflies

Sarika Chawla

I met you on a tired Parisian morning, half-asleep as I stumbled off a plane into an oversized airport and nearly fell to the ground because I couldn’t believe I was actually in Paris. My parents were ...  [+]