HYPERNOVA LIT

A Stellar Flare of Young Adult Writing and Visual Art

Author Archives: Chelsea Laine Wells

Pen Pals

  BY ZINDZI LUCAS Dear Elijah, My name is Jess, short for Jessica . My entire family is from Hollywood, including myself. We used to move every two years because … Continue reading

July 31, 2016 · Leave a comment

Bulimia

BY ALYSSA EDWARDS   My name is Bulimia. I am your struggle. I will haunt you, eat you alive, Make you suffer. You will be looking in your mirror, Wishing … Continue reading

July 15, 2016 · Leave a comment

Groundsky

BY ZACHARY HOEHN Black. All I can see is black while I feel my bones pulling and pushing outside of my skin. The faint glint of iron and silver shine … Continue reading

June 26, 2016 · Leave a comment

The Rotational Pull of Gratitude + one more

BY BRYAN MARTINEZ   The Rotational Pull of Gratitude   Heroes are made from their actions. They don’t need special powers Nor super strength. All they need is the desire … Continue reading

May 29, 2016 · Leave a comment

About Me and You

BY CHEYA WASHINGTON The streets were tucked into bed with a blanket of white snow, but that didn’t stop the anxiety from pumping through your veins. You were walking down … Continue reading

May 15, 2016 · Leave a comment

Child of an Addict

BY EVAUGHN GLOE I’m a child of an addict. So of course I’m an addict too, it’s sad to say. It’s crazy how I have to get fucked up to … Continue reading

May 7, 2016 · 3 Comments

Empire of Mind + Three More

BY JOEL ENAMORADO Empire of Mind My mind is a society buzzing in technicolor. Its skies are saturated, gluttonous children, painted in mislaid lilacs and sapphire. They cry gold, showering … Continue reading

April 30, 2016 · Leave a comment

Druggie Love

BY KIMBERLY FLORES Dear Lord, I’m on my knees, can you hear my prayers? Don’t leave me this time… I lost who I was and became a part of him. … Continue reading

April 17, 2016 · Leave a comment

The Painting

BY MICHAEL GLENN Smashing into the dorm room flinging the calendar and all its notes across the perfectly clean carpet, I threw my bags towards the desk and collapsed upon … Continue reading

April 10, 2016 · Leave a comment

Sleeves + Replay + When I Was Younger + Letter to my Future Daughter

BY KIARA CARTER Sleeves They ask quite frequently why I wear my sleeves so long Till the point it can almost touch the tip of my fingers It’s not to … Continue reading

April 2, 2016 · Leave a comment

Five Poems

BY DAKOTA SHOEMAKER   Forever Your Vassal   I am tired of being tired. You have stressed me to the extent of resentment. Helped pick my skin raw, searching for … Continue reading

March 19, 2016 · 2 Comments

A Walk in my Shoes

BY ALYSSA EDWARDS It makes my body feel like bugs are crawling in it and my head like there’s a fire cracker going to explode. The bug feeling makes my … Continue reading

March 12, 2016 · 5 Comments

Joy Lin + Birchleaf Pear

BY KATHERINE DU   Joy Lin   I. 7.6 pounds, no calculator buttons for teeth, almond-eyed. Beautiful. II. Laolao painted the times tables in her head. Joy squinted and recited … Continue reading

March 5, 2016 · Leave a comment

Never Neverland Part One + Spiritual Healer

BY ALFRED BRAZIEL Never Neverland Part One I don’t get it My head aches from thinking Does she love me truly Is this real cause she might lose me They … Continue reading

February 14, 2016 · Leave a comment

Sketchbook Love

BY MORAINBOW About the Artist Morainbow is a junior at Bryan Adams High School Leadership Academy in Dallas,TX. Her sketchbook goes with her everywhere.

February 14, 2016 · Leave a comment

Belle and Christian

BY CLAIRE SEYMOUR His name is Christian, which I guess is ironic because he fucks girls like it’s a sport and wears black t-shirts over his prominent rib cage every … Continue reading

February 13, 2016 · 1 Comment

Hush + Natural Disasters + Rebirth

by BRENDA MEZA Artist’s Statement My work is important to me for various reasons, but mostly because it shows how I grow and improve as an artist. Every time I … Continue reading

January 16, 2016 · 1 Comment

Hunting Season: A Personality Quiz + how to be both holy and broken

by FARAH GHAFOOR   Hunting Season: A Personality Quiz   1. tiger pelts and rifles. 2. 17% fluent in portuguese. 3. singing lullabies to things bleeding into brown. 4. embedded … Continue reading

January 2, 2016 · 3 Comments

Teen Angst + Casual + Walk with Me + Freedom

BY SEAN  DETSCHERMITSCH Teenage Angst We clutch the sides of broken angst and teenage lust gripping for the ones we passed and trust I got ripped from the arms of the … Continue reading

December 20, 2015 · Leave a comment

You Can’t Choose Your Fake Family

BY LALE CEYLAN I don’t like Ella. Unfortunately, I’ve had to spend my entire childhood with her because my dad’s Turkishness and my mom’s love for inviting people for dinner … Continue reading

November 25, 2015 · Leave a comment

Zeitmaschine

BY MICHAEL LENART In 2022, we were able to find a cure for cancer. Millions of lives were saved, and we were eventually able to wipe it out completely. After … Continue reading

November 7, 2015 · Leave a comment

Between Dead Worlds

BY CONNIE GUO Past certain concealed glass doors of a shopping center there are staircases and elevators that take you up to the second floor lobby of battered, sun-bleached buildings, … Continue reading

October 4, 2015 · Leave a comment

The Kitsune Series

BY AMARANTHIA SEPIA GITTENS-JONES Artist Name: AmaSepia Artist’s Statement I’ve been experimenting with iPad art programs like Brushes and SketchbookPro since I was 11, and trying to find ways to … Continue reading

September 12, 2015 · 1 Comment

Drip by Drip

BY ERIC ARAGON “Papers, papers, papers… shit!” He threw everything everywhere in frustration. “What’s wrong?” his secretary asked in annoyance. It wasn’t the first time this happened since the incident … Continue reading

September 5, 2015 · Leave a comment

My Little Beating Bruised Heart + Charcoal Lungs

BY MADDIE MCLEOD My Little Beating Bruised Heart My little beating, bruised heart oozes blackish blue venom from its chambers. Glass shards, like flecks of confetti, cut my lips as … Continue reading

August 23, 2015 · Leave a comment

Cheater

By NOELLE MALDONADO A scarlet letter pinned to me, lips sealed, eyes glued shut I am a cheater. I am cold I am shaking As I write these words, Exposing … Continue reading

August 9, 2015 · Leave a comment

Falling from Grace

BY MICHAEL CRECCO I didn’t even feel myself hit the ground. My headstone reads, “Here lays Connor Grayley, A blessed spirit who was never meant for this world.”  When I … Continue reading

August 1, 2015 · Leave a comment

Finding My Way Through

BY NOELLE MALDONADO Prologue I am Noelle Nicole Maldonado. Who I was when I first began is much different from who I am now. Picturing myself as a newborn baby–a … Continue reading

July 19, 2015 · Leave a comment

Painting with Light

BY MANNIE AVILA AND STEPHEN LOPEZ Artists’ Statement These photographs were created collaboratively using flares, steel wool lit on fire, and a slow shutter speed. The intent was to capture … Continue reading

July 4, 2015 · Leave a comment

Etymology + If I Were a Compass, I Would Point East + Object Writing

BY NATHAN KIPHART Etymology 1 Inconsistency Let this word settle on your tongue Roll it around in your mouth feel its weight its burden Detect its flavor— bitter Feel it … Continue reading

June 27, 2015 · Leave a comment