Poetry

Wyoming

Lucas Zuehl

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

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 ... [+]

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 ... [+]

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 ... [+]

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 ... [+]

Short Fiction

Catching My Death

William Martindale

Well, since you ask me for a tale of the doomy and macabre, I think I may have something which will tickle that spooky bone of yours. Which is to say, any of them. Ugh.
It was on a midsumme ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

I, Too, Can Dance

Sarika Chawla

I was in love with the way the dainty pink mouse glided across the stage, her tutu twirling as she pirouetted and her rose-colored bow following the motion of her outstretched arms with every grand ... [+]

Short Fiction

Swallowing The World

Christien Anastacio

Her son, she often boasted, was serving as a fighter pilot for the military—and from the look of things she believed it herself. Mrs. Gallows seemed quite proud of her little soldier. Although he ... [+]

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 ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Runaway

Wendell Loh

Justin looked up at the tired faces sitting opposite him in the waiting lounge. Most looked travel-weary, and all of them were asleep. Except him. He was still awake at 1am in the morning, waiting fo ... [+]