Lit Creative Nonfiction

you tell him, "thanks for letting me know, sir," then you amble your way off the table still chewing your crackers. you got them...

His words hit her unexpectedly, full of accusations and hatred. They brought the insecure girl back to reality, to a world full of deceit...

My second love, a Cuban boy with skin as white as paper and curly charcoal hair, adored me from the ends of my nappy braids to...

I awoke to the smell of her cheap perfume filling the air. “Mom?” I asked confused.   “Get up,” she growled, scratching the skin of...

“I didn't recognize you at first.” I had just walked into my first period when I was greeted by the confused stare of a classmate...

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...