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...

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The last thing we all want on a nice summer day is soggy paper in our drink, but going to the beach and stepping on a crinkly, stinky...

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You told me to trust you.  You promised me.  Māmā and Dad were arguing outside, their sounds muffled as you closed the bedroom door. We...