Lit Creative Nonfiction

I was always a little plump. Plump meaning "having a full, rounded shape: slightly fat." As a child, people referred to it as my...

The sunset reflected on your brown eyes. The air was cool, and there were many people around. But somehow, I only saw you. We...

Crashing waves on the endless blue horizon, the skies from which rain pours after a long drought, this resembles his eyes that I involuntarily...

I want to be a writer. I'm beginning to realize that, in order to do this, I have to lose my mind. I have...

Imagine ink flowing onto paper. So softly, the particles spread from the golden tip, creating the words that corrupt and consume my brain. The...

Each morning I hid the girl I saw in the mirror -- the girl that no one else saw but me. She was me...

I used to be a dancer. I spent twelve years of life dedicating my time to the beautiful art. My nights would be spent...

“Do not collapse before your minute is over. Understood?” The tester glared down at us as I nodded. I was the one that stood...

“She kisses a man over coffee.” The black metal square usually contained a mishmash of the little magnetic words. But Julie had arranged these...

My myopia, or what is commonly referred to as nearsightedness, progressed at an almost alarming rate. It started in second grade, when just a...