Dear Alzheimers
BY ALLISON W. Dear Alzheimers, In my eighteen years of existence, I have watched you grow and take over some of the most vulnerable, most precious pieces of my life. … Continue reading
Girl of Class
BY ALISON SWANITZ She traipses down the hall like she’s made of glass. Delicate, an ornate work of art carefully carved and polished to stand out from the rest, to … Continue reading
A Vicious Cycle
BY ADITYA AGGARWAL Salad Days is a poem discussing the lessons I’velearned throughout my childhood. Around the middle ofthe poem, I provide a single lesson that has changed mylife profoundly. … Continue reading
This One is On Fire
BY ADELA XHEZA The first words that Nonna said when I was born was “questo è in fiamme.” This one is on fire. We all thought that she was talking … Continue reading
AMERICAN DREAMING: TWO POEMS
BY ANNA KIESEWETTER Ethnic We pretend to be ethnic—absurd reminiscencesof a world we’ve never known.We drape ourselves inour mother’s hanfu,fold thin paper intoornate hand-held fansas the world looks on at … Continue reading
The Word
BY AARON ZHAO Immigrant. The word lingered in Matthew’s mind as he kicked a tuft of grass on the wet field, strolling in solitude. His classmates laughed at him from … Continue reading
How to Label Yourself
BY ABIGAIL FISHER In the Style of Lorrie Moore 2018. Your history class learns about the Stonewall Riots. Pretend you’ve never heard of the event. Ask enough questions to show … Continue reading
I Guess I’m Kind of Liberal
BY MACY PERRINE The thing about wearing a feminist shirt to school is that I live in Wisconsin. We’re not technically conservative, but we are also not California. The only … Continue reading
A Place With You
BY: GRACE FEELEY “Happiness is only real when shared.” -Christopher McCandless Dear You, I went to the place we used to love today. I let myself relax in the cool … Continue reading
I Want to Make a Change
BY MARIJA NIKOLIC How often do you hear look up, hold up, get up, go up? All these words have something in common, and I am pretty sure you can … Continue reading
Truly Open Your Eyes
BY CHLOE KIM Looking around, I can see people Going about with their daily lives. Some look as if they don’t have a care in the world, Others look as … Continue reading
Fat or Fiction: A Girl’s Journey To Find Herself
BY DANIELLE CONNOLLY Binge-Eating Rummaging through the barren pantry, I looked for something, anything, I could cram down my throat. Hot tears were welling up in my eyes as I … Continue reading
Eighty Cents
BY MEGAN HORSTHUIS I am standing at my podium. I am relaxed, loose even, my breathing is regular and my body is still. I reach for my notebook, and feel … Continue reading
Alone and Where It All Began
BY GABRIELA RODRIGUEZ Alone Driving alone my eyes on the road. An endless trail of snow makes me feel all alone. I can’t help but remember that cold night in … Continue reading
A Negative Space
BY EMILY BURKE Emma looked at her plate. Full. It had exactly 15 green beans, 5 ounces of chicken, and 2 scoops of mashed potatoes exactly. Even though she had … Continue reading
Grappling With Questions
BY CATHERINE O’CONNOR The world is so overwhelming I often wonder why we question. In fact, that first statement perfectly captures my frustration. There seems to be no way to … Continue reading
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
Why I Am A Feminist
BY LYNDSEY MILES Feminist is such a loaded word. Many of all genders find it to be distasteful. They believe that being a feminist means something like women want to be better than … Continue reading
House Renovations to Personal Changes
BY KATHRYN COURT My Grandma Kaye is a pretty cool person. She has bright red hair and always wears festive clothes to match whatever event is taking place. Whether it … Continue reading
Why?
BY RYLEE KUHN Why does everyone hate me? What did I do? I look through the window at everyone else and all I see is beauty. I can’t tell them, … 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
The Six Stages of Drifting
BY CLAIRE SEYMOUR I. My best friend Emma lives in Washington D.C., approximately 230 miles away from my home in Brooklyn. We don’t keep in touch during the year, because … Continue reading
