This story is one of the July Writing Challenge entries chosen to be a featured story. . i glance outside. leaves are falling in ever-radiant …
Fish Bowl by Esha
I saw death for the first time when I was 8. She was beautiful and isolated, floating upside down in a fish tank at a …
Wake by Darby Joyce
I understood immediately why he had picked her as his model for the week. Despite my best efforts to avoid the thought, I could imagine …
Dear Science Textbook, I Disagree by Ridhima Singh
My science textbook tells me that stars are flaming balls of gas, all but the sun light years away from us, probably dead by the …
The Art of Forgetting by Layla Zatar
Strawberry blond hair curtaining a beautiful face. Pale soft skin, a porcelain doll laying on a hard surface scattered with shards of glass. Green shining …
How We Lived in Tokyo by Erin O’Malley
1. The edges of petals curl like toes, like fists, like needles drawing inward, coming back. 2. Heat creeps in through gilded fringe, gradually wandering …
Bus Ride by Amanda Talbot
It was I who survived and you who died. You sat across from me, Daddy, with your shades low for protection. The bus clumped on …
I Stopped Wishing I Was Dead by Keren Chelsea
november has gone: thirty days passed by and i’m still striving. my hands no longer shake from the tragedy inside my lungs but it is …
Haunted by Morgan Von Feldt
Haunted. A word I have never been able to understand. As a child, I made up stories of ghosts and ghouls, just for the sheer …