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Short Fiction

Golden Girl

Lauren Lanzalotto

“Look out!” Chance screamed, accompanied by a stuttering step in my direction, seeming to want to chase the volleyball he had sent careening in my direction, but hesitating at the last second. ...  [+]
Short Fiction

No Backing Down

Allison Pewett

His heart pounded as he stared at the makeshift cage which imprisoned his fearsome foe. He tried to convince himself that he was ready for this moment. But was he? He had spent hours studying his ...  [+]
Poetry
Poetry
Poetry
Short Fiction

After This, Will I Fly Too?

Maryam Zafar

The planetarium is closed for good.

Merciless black letters splayed across the sign up front, the yellow banner blocking Saturn’s dancing rings in more ways than one.

They only dance in ...  [+]
Poetry
Short Fiction

Sitting Ducks

Caitlin Wert

We now rest like bugs hanging onto the blades of grasses underneath us, intertwined like we were on our little blanket on the hill. Water soaked through every pore under our backs, seeping into ou ...  [+]
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
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 ...  [+]
Short Fiction

White Trainers

Elaine Zhu

When I got home, mom was already cooking dinner. The aroma of oxtail stew traveled faster than her voice, sickening me a little in a humid summer evening. “How was the tutoring?” It was terrible. I ...  [+]
Short Fiction

Caged

Nicole Barrus

The balcony overlooked the colorful and vivacious town. Sounds of laughter and music, smells of delicious food drew her attention to the festivities. Happiness trailed into the sky, meeting the stars ...  [+]
Poetry
Poetry

Mamá

Amanda Gutierrez

When my dad was closer to death than to us, he’d call out for his mom. His sickness made him ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction

Untitled

Eden Jones

The Robinson Era is a period of non-linear time that we keep returning to over and over again. Spend too much time in the Robinson Era, and we regress to the Green Room Era. Spend too little time in ...  [+]
Poetry

sweetener

Jodi Bosin

i did a drum lesson on facetime
today, everything clumsy

i think i’m doing Okay™ but ...  [+]
Poetry