What I Learned
BY ALLY I didn’t know what I wanted before I heard it. I didn’t know it was something I was capable of wanting until then. When I was told that … Continue reading
The Storm of the Heart + three more
BY CECILY LOWE The Storm of the Heart The darkness That masks these crystal skies Is the shadow Of he who is devine. Relentless tears fall, As lonely … Continue reading
My Momma Always Told Me: You can sleep when you are dead
BY KYANNE SKELTON She is a little woman — little, but her coat, cut for a man, hides the ripple of muscle underneath. Her mouth is open, head tipped back … Continue reading
Black Lives Matter
by Nina Shepherd “Black lives matter,” Well, I have to admit. The first time I heard these words I thought they were silly. I couldn’t believe that after all these … Continue reading
Like a Library Book
BY LINDSEY STAUB The beat-up, red Nissan jolted to a stop in one of the parking spaces in the practically empty lot. I turned off the ignition and stared out … Continue reading
Suburbia
BY KAI SHERWIN The click-clack of the uneven highway is loud. Really loud. The noise seems endless, so to pass the time, I begin counting the sounds. Forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven…With … Continue reading
Fading
BY KAI SHERWIN I’ve heard tales of a statue. Once the grandest in all the world. Crafted by the finest laborers, with the strongest stones from Myanmar, Now it … Continue reading
11:25
BY KATELYNN KARNER The bell still rang at 11:25. Lying there in front of the east wing, Ansley could see her old freshmen year locker from the distance and, for … Continue reading
nobody wonders nor asks if the streets hide a wood + Two More
BY PATRICIA TANG nobody wonders nor asks if the streets hide a wood nobody wonders nor asks if the streets hide a wood− maybe the asphalt is a … Continue reading
Holly
BY TONY LEE I took the silver platter and slowly unveiled a quadruple-layered cake. The family was gathered around the mahogany table, and the reunion was as high-end as it … Continue reading
Oz
BY TONY LEE The witch extended a wrinkled hand towards the ladle in her cauldron. With a magician’s flourish and pride, she violently stirred the boiling concoction. The tin man, … Continue reading
Nights and Days Without You, Brother + One More
BY TAYLOR BURGIN Nights and days without you, brother I must learn to be careful— and what I mean is it’s the absence of you that matters, … Continue reading
Slink
BY PARISA THEPMANKORN About the Author Parisa Thepmankorn is a 17 year old writer from a small town in New Jersey. She writes to not only express herself but to … Continue reading
Pancake Batter Lips
BY ZOE NELMS It’s not easy loving a loser like Johnny His goatee looks like coffee stains on stubbly skin and he talks funny, walks funny, acts funny when … Continue reading
Cucumber Gardens
BY ZOE NELMS There was a little boy lying in the cucumber garden. He was naked, joints stitched with black sewing thread like a rag doll, and his bald head … Continue reading
Islamic Struggles
BY EMILY GARROWAY Mass shootings in twenty fifteen left hundreds dead. ISIS is to blame; at least that’s what many said. It started with Charlie Hebdo earlier this year, little did Parisians know … Continue reading
65 m.y.a. + Three More
BY ISABELLA TURCINOVIC 65 m.y.a. Light comes to catch wing arthritic ends hardened similar to Pachycephalosaur. Crown for the reptile a head ever-changing, no three species. Ditto for Triceratops. … Continue reading
Hypertext High School Writers Contest, Honorable Mention: Mia Brown
It Was Just a Game By Mia Brown “Did he ever touch you?” The question crawled out of my mouth like a brave child curious of the world. He chuckled, … Continue reading
Hypertext High School Writers Contest, Honorable Mention: Miya Bruce
Garden By Miya Bruce Sitting in the dewy grass on a still Saturday morning, I breathe in the fresh, cold air allowing it to tickle the hairs in my nose. … Continue reading
Hypertext High School Writers Contest, Honorable Mention: Angel Lopez
Time Seems to Slow By Angel Lopez There were six crosswalks: four to connect the streets and two that ran diagonally from one street corner to the other to make … Continue reading
Hypertext High School Writers Contest, Honorable Mention: Citlalli Lugo
Slowly Sinking Into Darkness By Citlalli Lugo She was slowly sinking into the deepest pits of the ocean. The once light filled water is now becoming darker. The ice cold … Continue reading
Hypertext High School Writers Contest, Honorable Mention: Jayy Prather
Dreamscape By Jayy Prather The Moon The girl with the moon kissed purple hair and the sun caressed pale, white skin. She’s been thrown in the loony bin for unspeakable … Continue reading
1st Place Creative Nonfiction, Hypertext High School Writers Contest: Parisa Thepmankorn
Obsidian by Parisa Thepmankorn I find darkness with its mouth open, expanding. All sorts of thick, musky perfumes leaking from the crevices between its teeth. I had just cracked the … Continue reading
2nd Place Creative Nonfiction, Hypertext High School Writers Contest: Jhett Myers
Life in Little Forest Hills by Jhett Myers Couches are for Sitting: Growing up in the Neighborhood The hoodrat children would flock to the alley every day. It didn’t matter … Continue reading
3rd Place Creative Nonfiction, Hypertext High School Writers Contest: Judy Luo
Not an ABC Fat Camp by Judy Luo In my eight years of Kung Fu training, I have always enjoyed the attention. After a performance, the audience would clamor, “She’s … Continue reading
1st Place Fiction, Hypertext High School Writers Contest: Shannon Sommers
Vanilla Summer by Shannon Sommers Paige’s heart beats under the Hamptons sky like trembling hands against a wooden table. She remembers this feeling during the year, when something makes her … Continue reading
2nd Place Fiction, Hypertext High School Writers Contest: Emily Yin
It’s All in the Family by Emily Yin Lucy inhaled and forgot to exhale. Lucy carried words in her mouth, stillborn, and never noticed the blood. Lucy watched people leave … Continue reading
3rd Place Fiction, Hypertext High School Writers Contest: Dahlia Marcia
Five Feet from the Door by Dahlia Marcia There was a little house in the middle of nowhere. It was two stories high and made of lovely red bricks with … Continue reading
Skin
by Jay Cruz Writer’s Statement: I created this piece when I began to address my dysphoria; it was my way of laying it all out on the table and realize … Continue reading
Damps Days + Three More
Damp Days Rain in the corner of my eye, drips down the glass. The rain catches my eye, dripping down the glass, making a mudding mess of the green … Continue reading
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