Creative Nonfiction

The Darkest Hour

Sean McKenzie

The full moon hung suspended in the air like a beacon of hope, that failed to shine in the darkest hour. The vast sky was pregnated with pinpricks of lights as the twinkling of burned-out stars still ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction
Creative Nonfiction
Creative Nonfiction

Hypochondria

Elizabeth Bryan

I'm a hypochondriac.
Although wouldn't it be just like a hypochondriac to try and diagnose themselves as a hypochondriac? A medical and philosophical conundrum, to say the least.
My dread of ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction
Creative Nonfiction

Goodbye

Keturah McQuade

I stand, face tilted to the floor with my mouth half open and my unfocused eyes drifting like a bobber with no fishing line. My mind is blank yet filled with thoughts—too many to explore, so I ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction
Creative Nonfiction

In a Pear Tree

Brittany Bettendorf

I thought it was a crab apple tree the first year we lived in our house. We let it spill its fruit onto the ground below. The following summer, it sprouted its little green spheres again and I watched ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Searching for Snakes in Montana

Wesley Skidmore

I got Jo when I was 23 years old and living in Montana. She was no more than 10 inches and skinny as a twig. Before I adopted her, I wanted to get bitten so that I wouldn't be afraid of my own snake ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

1019

Spencer Wilkins

10^19
What is 10^19, really? There's no specific term for this number, the closest would be a quintillion which is 10^18. I can write it out longhand 10,000,000,000,000,000,000, but that does ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Restoration and Technology

Maria Anduray

According to some people, the restored gospel of Jesus Christ has brought as a consequence the quick rise of technology. Initially, this assumption was considered because during the centuries previous ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction
Creative Nonfiction
Creative Nonfiction

Bully

Tobin Eckstein

He doesn't look friendly.
Did he assume I wouldn't respond? Did he think that I would take one look at the narrow bifocals balancing at the tip of his pointed, ruddy nose, or glance down at ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

To say goodbye, we walk

Ruth Jeffers

into the garage, no more Buick or Honda, now driving his oldest grandchild and her babies between Wake Forest suburb and student seminary housing. No more museum of decapitated brooms, empty dusty ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

The Questions

Kevin Manunure

In the midst of a village, South of Africa
When we all thought we have done our duty as mourners
Digging the grave, because there was no funeral plan
He died a sinner, from spiritual spell ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction
Creative Nonfiction

A Sort of Shooting

Abby Knudsen

Two minutes before it happened, Maya and I lay in the middle of the hallway while the other six students paced and drank from the water fountain. With our brains jittery after the multiple-choice ... [+]