The first day of my junior year was September 6, 1989. I walked into room 404 for my first Creative Writing class. I had no …
Four Feet Across by Alexis Campbell
“Do you think she can hear us?” There’s some snorting laughter behind me, but my back is to them. Somehow my brain was triggered awake …
R+C by Rose Bythrow
It started out like any other love story: with a fabricated sense of pure happiness. How can anything go wrong with the music of your …
Believe by Murray Dunlap
After the car wreck, the three month coma, and the brain injury with a wheelchair, I say this: To believe in most anything is an …
Soundtrack for Saying Goodbye by Kris Dinnison
Weirdly I don’t remember where I got my first Smiths album. I don’t even really know how I discovered them. They certainly weren’t in rotation …
Unsung by Katherine Du
My cousin Yijiang wanted to be Christian and a Marine, the first hot pot my grandfather ever refused to swallow. “Your ancestors blinded themselves from …
It’s Not Me, It’s You. by Hannah Leigh
The door slams, a picture plummets to the floor, tears leak onto my cheeks. This time I’ve done it. He’s gone. He’s gone and he’s …
The First About a Boy by Izzy Gappmayer
What first got my attention was the way he held himself. He was at ease in his own skin, the way I never was. He …
Bladed Selves by Katherine Du
Her blade sliced through the air, leaving a faint ringing sound in its wake. She was poised perfectly for the touch; her lunge extended well …