Lit Creative Nonfiction
It’s All in Your Head by Madeline
I used to be a dancer. I spent twelve years of life dedicating my time to the beautiful art. My nights would be spent...
Who I Am by Olivia Liu
“Do not collapse before your minute is over. Understood?” The tester glared down at us as I nodded. I was the one that stood...
Lark Street Endings by Nancy Koziol
“She kisses a man over coffee.” The black metal square usually contained a mishmash of the little magnetic words. But Julie had arranged these...
Objects in Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear by Valerie Wu
My myopia, or what is commonly referred to as nearsightedness, progressed at an almost alarming rate. It started in second grade, when just a...
Saving a Life: Anorexia and the Blogging Community by Maria Sledmere
You know that way that Facebook uses some complex algorithm to determine what news appears in your feed? Recently, it just so happened to...
All the Ineffable Things by Srishti Das
“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...
Brooklyn Weekends by Nicole Vetrano
I spent my weekends in Brooklyn with Dad, where he had an apartment near a Hasidic neighborhood. It was a couple of blocks away...
Snow-Kissed Lips by Vegas Stocker
Our lips may have been pressed together, but what he really touched was my heart. I had given up on being happy and finding...
Remembrances by Hope Jones
Oyfn pripetshik brent a fayeri, Un in shtub iz heys;
Un der rebbe lernt kleyne kinderlech dem alefbeyz;
Un der rebbe lernt kleyne kinderlech dem alef-beyz.
Zet...
When you were little by Lizelle Dsouza
When you were little, you used to wear tiny floral print dresses and sit with your legs apart because that was the only way...
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