Lit Creative Nonfiction

“Do you think she can hear us?” There’s some snorting laughter behind me, but my back is to them. Somehow my brain was triggered...

It started out like any other love story: with a fabricated sense of pure happiness. How can anything go wrong with the music of...

After the car wreck, the three month coma, and the brain injury with a wheelchair, I say this: To believe in most anything is an...

Weirdly I don’t remember where I got my first Smiths album. I don’t even really know how I discovered them. They certainly weren’t in...

My cousin Yijiang wanted to be Christian and a Marine, the first hot pot my grandfather ever refused to swallow. “Your ancestors blinded themselves from...

It was my first day of high school.  I was going to Ygnacio Valley High, a school that had a reputation for academics and...

The door slams, a picture plummets to the floor, tears leak onto my cheeks. This time I’ve done it. He’s gone. He’s gone and he’s...

What first got my attention was the way he held himself. He was at ease in his own skin, the way I never was....

Her blade sliced through the air, leaving a faint ringing sound in its wake. She was poised perfectly for the touch; her lunge extended...

i have been a sufferer of depression since 2009, i used to be bullied for many different reasons, for the way i dressed, for...