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
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