She paints like she makes love, her fingers know every stroke and move by heart, which the mind whispers to her soul, — calculated turns. …
in which i am the crowbar by Diana Khong
i grow the way barbed wire tops a junkyard fence to keep bad men out scavengers with wolf’s teeth & hands hemorrhaged with rust. my …
Myths and Reality by Masooma Memon
This story is one of the November Writing Challenge entries chosen to be a featured story. The kingdom of Verna had almost taken to …
If I Could Tell Her So by Lynn Vande Stouwe
I come back from Econometrics and find Maddie swaying from a hot pink rope in our living room. It is not real. It cannot be …
November Writing Challenge: Honorable Mentions — Aditi Chanda and Andrea Wiwe
These entries from November’s challenge were selected as Honorable Mentions. Those who completed this challenge are now encouraged to share their stories in the comments …
Washington State: A Wandering
My name is Kaelin, and I’m a 17-year-old high school senior, and I’ve lived the entirety of my short life in Southern California. Although the …
Brooklyn Weekends by Nicole Vetrano
I spent my weekends in Brooklyn with Dad, where he had an apartment near a Hasidic neighborhood. It was a couple of blocks away from …
It Will Be Okay by Hannah
The words flew from her mouth They hit like daggers Sharp and unfriendly They stabbed into him Making him cold and rigid His words flew …
An Open Letter to Cancer
Dear Cancer, I never wanted to talk to you. In fact, if possible I never want to hear your name ever again. Not in the …