Solitude is my closest friend. Being alone is one of my favorite things to do. You become comfortable with the company of yourself, and …
Just a Note to My Teenage Angst and Her Unused Black Lipstick by Kayla Wheeler
When you chose Manic Panic Raven, a shade so dark you couldn’t find it at the bottom of your purse after you stole it from …
The Opposite of Ending by Arielle Trager
As each day stretched me further from the first, I began to think that you never really fall out of love. I began to think …
Another Vagabond Lost to Love by Charlotte Eriksson
6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, and I still don’t know which month it was then or what day it is now. Blurred …
Rebel Poem by Arielle Trager
My dad tells me that writing short stories is like walking into a room full of furniture, weaving between the tables and chairs and leaving …
Oars by Sophia Hu
On Wednesday his heart stalled so he put himself in neutral and told her to get out and push. Said the last shotgun rider …
Things You Didn’t Realize by Kathryn Merwin
I. There was no one to kiss your mouthful of yeses, so you drank too much rum and slept in the tub. II. …
Untitled by Indya Shaw
Once a boy wanted to see my soul, but he never tried asking me to show him. He looked at my eyes like they really …
Deep Down Dig by Kiernan Norman
Sit down and begin to unravel the secrets you tried to bury inches deep within your thigh. Remember the giddy hollow of after. How ringing …