Growing up in a conservative family, I’d never tasted such freedom. I longed for it more than anything else…
The Color of Wine
My walls are stained with the skittish color of burgundy.
A shade that reminds me of my mother…
indigo blue
there, by the hallway, a little girl stood. forlornly, she paced—the wind stinging her eyes. or so she told herself…
See
“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…
A South Asian’s Story: NEDA Week
I have felt guilty all my life. Guilty about leaving, guilty about conforming to outdated standards for girls, for eating too much, for eating too little…
May Writing Challenge
Dear Germs, Germ has taken a short break, but we’re back! First things first, welcome to this month’s writing challenge! May’s challenge begins today and ends …
The Sea Turtle by Allison Xu
This story is one of the November Writing Challenge entries chosen to be a featured story. . The sand cooled around me, indicating nightfall. It’s …
The Sea of November by Via
This story is one of the November Writing Challenge entries chosen to be a featured story. . November had always brought a sad atmosphere into …
The Boy from the Window by Sophia Abig
This story is one of the November Writing Challenge entries chosen to be a featured story. . Every day—from kindergarten to eighth grade—I took the …