Imagine ink flowing onto paper. So softly, the particles spread from the golden tip, creating the words that corrupt and consume my brain. The words …
To Be Beautiful by Paige Shay
Each morning I hid the girl I saw in the mirror — the girl that no one else saw but me. She was me in …
It’s All in Your Head by Madeline
I used to be a dancer. I spent twelve years of life dedicating my time to the beautiful art. My nights would be spent in …
Who I Am by Olivia Liu
“Do not collapse before your minute is over. Understood?” The tester glared down at us as I nodded. I was the one that stood out, …
Lark Street Endings by Nancy Koziol
“She kisses a man over coffee.” The black metal square usually contained a mishmash of the little magnetic words. But Julie had arranged these at …
Objects in Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear by Valerie Wu
My myopia, or what is commonly referred to as nearsightedness, progressed at an almost alarming rate. It started in second grade, when just a few …
Saving a Life: Anorexia and the Blogging Community by Maria Sledmere
You know that way that Facebook uses some complex algorithm to determine what news appears in your feed? Recently, it just so happened to be …
All the Ineffable Things by Srishti Das
“She liked the word ineffable because it meant a feeling so big or vast that it could not be expressed in words. And yet, because it could …
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 …