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it’s a complicated thing. a sensation that bubbles over in the chest and makes everything light— air…
Continue Readingit’s a complicated thing. a sensation that bubbles over in the chest and makes everything light— air…
Continue ReadingTwo years ago today, when the rain poured down from the sky above with such fury and hatred…
Continue ReadingMy walls are stained with the skittish color of burgundy.
A shade that reminds me of my mother…
there, by the hallway, a little girl stood. forlornly, she paced—the wind stinging her eyes. or so she told herself…
Continue Reading“You see? You’ll never be able to see me. Not really.” She gives a chuckle, his blood on her arm mixing with her own…
Continue ReadingNot one star shines above us as the city’s lights illuminate every inch of the sky…
Continue ReadingA red velvet sky spilled into the windows and onto the wooden floorboards. The cabin filled with a strange crimson glow— almost as if the world was on fire…
Continue ReadingTrigger Warning: The following stories contain references to hopelessness, self-harm, loss, and suicide. Editor’s Note — Izzy, Aliyah, Anjali, Maryam, and Lorraine submitted stories to our May Writing Challenge. I was impressed by both their writing and the content, and it struck me that together they create a larger story– one of despair that, ultimately, […]
Continue ReadingAllison is thirteen years old and from the United States. Her entry for the May Writing Challenge was one of those chosen to be a featured story. I hate the way every time I walk past an ice cream shop I see couples kissing or holding hands. Like, there’s always a girl and boy together […]
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