What Drag Means to Me
Growing up in a conservative family, I’d never tasted such freedom. I longed for it more than anything else…
Continue ReadingGrowing up in a conservative family, I’d never tasted such freedom. I longed for it more than anything else…
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 ReadingI 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 Guilty about leaving, guilty about conforming to outdated standards for girls, for eating too much, for eating too little…
Continue ReadingDear 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 May 31. However, you are welcome to come back anytime to complete the challenge and submit it below in the comments section. We will pick a few of our favorites submitted […]
Continue ReadingThis story is one of the November Writing Challenge entries chosen to be a featured story. . The sand cooled around me, indicating nightfall. It’s time. I wiggled my body so the damp sand above my soft, leathery shell loosened and cracked. My stone-colored flippers thrust me up, my head popping out of the sand. […]
Continue ReadingThis story is one of the November Writing Challenge entries chosen to be a featured story. . November had always brought a sad atmosphere into Jade’s house. When Jade was eleven, she had asked her mother why, who explained, “It’s the weather. It just gets so wicked in November.” That year had been no different. […]
Continue ReadingThis 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 same route to school, and every day—from kindergarten to eighth grade—I saw this boy at the same bus stop. His hair was a striking shade of red or orange, and […]
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