The hospice smells too clean. Nurses wheel around heavy carts of grief. The immensity of our love makes us ill with sadness. How imposing that …
How I learnt to love myself by Indya Shaw
The first seedling of self hate was planted in me during my first year of school, when a group of grade six girls pinned me …
For Marci and the Other by Sarah Elizabeth Jones
Slow in. Fast out. Just when you feel a little give driving around the turn, punch it. Too soon and you’ll spin out. Too late …
Finding Fall by Andi Perkins
“Finding Fall” is one of the August Writing Challenge entries that was chosen to be a featured story. I stand completely still as the …
I THOUGHT IT HAD GONE AWAY (or, a poem about anxiety) by Madeleine Christie
Oh, there’s something coiled around my chest again. I did not know that snakes could hibernate until this one woke up. Have you ever heard …
you have boobs now and this means… by Lydia Wang
men sometimes stare means there are sizes and colors and you look in the mirror and barely recognize your own body morphing and growing. this …
August Writing Challenge: Honorable Mentions — Ally Cronin, Natalie Kovach, Ishani R., Masooma Memon, and April Howard
These entries from August’s challenge were selected as Honorable Mentions. Those who completed this challenge are now encouraged to share their stories in the comments …
Kissing Boys That Taste Like Ink and Spitting Fire in Motel Sinks by Lindsey Hobart
The first boy I kiss doesn’t write. He doesn’t understand why my bedroom walls tell stories that are sixteen years too long. He does not …