Unseen Daughters death by a million cuts, the words of mothers, bleeding daughters. hearts that are never pure enough, bodies that are...

First stage: Exposure The blue fascinated me.  The only time I’d seen them was on television or magazine covers, a tall, blond, and blue...

Abstract Genetically modified mosquitoes (GMMs) represent a promising innovation to combat vector-borne diseases (VBDs) like malaria and...

A Gamble Called New Life Since childhood, there was a home so dear, Where love was certain, and none to fear. A place where whims were...

Some girls are born with a voice that roars, and some are born with a voice that whispers. She was the latter. The kind of girl who...

Hymn to the Dove. Burn your insights, Dim the city’s lights Where puddles reflect my frights. Where the crowd dismisses the stagnant water A pitch consumes me. Flee to frosty woods to die on an unimportant hill. And sing to love to the squirrel in the tree, and write to the dove to ask how she broke free. Live not to be buried on a mountain,  But a hill uninhibited. Free spirited. You may have lost all But the woods. Butterflies enthrall, The bird broods. Man broods too, Mena

About the Author: My name is Violet Martin, and I'm in 12th grade. I'm from Pensacola, Florida, and I love to draw realistic portraits of...

88 percent of the human population believe vision to be the most important sense. But what about those who lack most of their vision? How...

A Little Help I’m all grown, now flying free. No parents. soaring with the breeze, my wings are strong. Feathers flurried with hope, I...

SE Decision Street Cover your body in rags made from ripped-up, torn, unwanted thrifted dresses and cover your face in glitter taken from...

Questions for the Grave  What do I know of death?  do you feel it  saturated in the dribble on your chin,  caressing your lungs after...

About the Author: Zoe Maseko is a young writer, chef, ballerina and pianist from South Africa.

Fieriest Killer of the Big Kisser The lady with inky piebald frock always gazes at me fervently when I lie on the grass when I wear my...

About the Author: Zara Baig is a junior in high school and amateur photographer in the Philadelphia region. She has competed in...

I am driving, in my hometown of Salt Lake City, up Emigration canyon. It is dry in the valley and the road is lined with tall yellow...

Typography Compass Bench Rush Hour About the Author: Brian Ji is a seventeen-year-old writer and visual artist currently attending Seoul...

No matter how far Rene drove the mountains did not seem to come any closer. They did not move further back either; it looked like they...

The struggle of one who tries to keep up what's “in style,” often mirrors that of Sisyphus. Just when the boulder makes its way up the...

Damsel in Distress When the glass prison shatters  And the shards pierce skin  Your ghost will drive me to the end  Your love is a...

A fracture doesn’t always roar. Sometimes it hums beneath the surface, disguised as a slow unraveling. And, in the quiet corridors of...