Glory Faith About the Author: Claire You is a hobbyist writer and photographer. She lives in the States and has been published in...

learn from the waves follow the sun where two sides meet About the Author: Isabela Ramirez is a 16-year-old from Florida, who is...

It was a great date.  Just as I was about to delete my array of dating apps again, I matched with a guy who was everything I was looking...

Looking through the window of the old thrift store, I remembered walking through those aisles. Various ephemera sat on its shelves with...

Pounding.  Panic. “I can’t breathe.” Flashes.  Screaming.  “I can’t breathe!” Running. GET OUT! GET OUT! I CAN’T BREATHE! Katharine woke...

I want to be beautiful.  I want to laugh and smile with my teeth  in a way where people won’t notice my crooked hair and chapped lips.  I...

Westernization has managed to penetrate through various cultural spheres, worldwide and its influence can be felt to a great extent....

Red anthers stain the delicate white petals of the Lilium Roma Lilies with their “paprika,” yet somehow the flowers are still able to...

Her. I see her. I hate the way she breathes. I hate the way she moves. I hate the way she speaks  and stalks around the room. I hate the...

Another Girl It’s a subtle pain, it’s skipping breakfast It hangs all day A ball and chain It’s a shattered wave against a shore You...

Game Over i don't think she's supposed to learn those lessons this young like which men in the family never to be alone in a room with...

Flood The cool rain was falling so close to grasp Unpredictable, untold direction, Even if you try to use the best map It’s puzzling to...

Crush and Tango My heart beats so ferociously––I think I can dance. Across the floor from me, you shoot me a glance. Tango with me, move...

Self Doubt I am unclear before I am sane by Raquel Silberman  then, one sane instant brings clarity:  One clarifying instant brings...

my neon reverie : the soul of americana my reflection against …the realm where the expanse between dreams, reality, and what is my soul...

Female Rage As a man, I can talk about female rage. No, I am not going to go on and on About how female rage doesn’t exist. In fact, I...

Makeup I settled in the similarity of both of us because I knew that she would never call me ugly. It was more visible than highlighter...

To bury a curious girl When I was younger, I stood on a mountain of pillows With a brave decision to swallow a whole finger. My father...