An anonymous submission. After careful analysis, I’ve discovered that pool parties serve only two purposes. One, to be used as a social gathering for ten year olds, in which you invite only your bestest friends (or, for that matter, the entire grade) over and spray each other with water guns while simultaneously screaming and busting out the earholes of anybody nearby. The second, and primary … Continue reading through thin skin
A piece by Lucia Zheng I prefer to avoid cliches, but unfortunately, in this incident, it’s unavoidable. I fear the Night. Perhaps because I treat it too much like an actual, tangible character, when in reality, it’s simply a space, a state. But its emptiness claws at me, its spidery fingers come lunging at me. When the silence sets, when everything sleeps, I am left … Continue reading Monsters in the Night
A piece by Lucia Zheng I still remember a time when I was told, “you can be anything you want to be”. And I, like every other 5 year old, acted accordingly. In a blissfully unaware state. I think back then, everyone had a little more fire to them, a little more of a kick, a wildness. There’s a purity, a release, I still see … Continue reading to be absolutely anything.
A piece by Bella Roth You never know when you are going to lose someone. You never really know when it’s going to be the last time you ever talk to a person before they’re just gone. There’s a void in your body that you never knew was once filled. And the worst part is, is that you’re never taught about grief until after the … Continue reading what they don’t tell you about grief
A piece by Sammi Yorn What ever happened to the moments I was mesmerized by breaking the laws of how I’d been taught to act? It once was a rush to the head, a signal that I was not merely watching life go by. The hours that I was going places I shouldn’t have, was exhilarating at first. I was breaking out, nodding my head … Continue reading ACTING OUT
A story by Sofia Give yourself permission to be fifteen. I try out this advice. I try to allow myself to exist as a fifteen year old girl. I try to be good. I try to enter the adolescent normalcy I am submersed in. I want to be fifteen. I want to not think anymore. I want invincibility, sweet, transient, intoxicating. It’s not enough … Continue reading 15
A story by Sofia Sears disintegration: the process of coming to pieces coming to pieces I write these words when the world is cold and quiet. I write this definition, plainly, straightforwardly, no trembling hands, no hesitance. Once upon a time I would’ve written about your lips and how uncanny it was that they fit impeccably when they touched mine. Once upon … Continue reading Four-Word Breaking