Lit Creative Nonfiction

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...

You know that way that Facebook uses some complex algorithm to determine what news appears in your feed? Recently, it just so happened to...

“She liked the word ineffable because it meant a feeling so big or vast that it could not be expressed in words. And yet, because it could...

I spent my weekends in Brooklyn with Dad, where he had an apartment near a Hasidic neighborhood. It was a couple of blocks away...

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The trailer for Moana is finally here! I've been looking forward to seeing Disney's princess from the Pacific Islands on the big screen, and I'm...