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- Hot Topics > Pride & Prejudice
We live in a media-saturated world. Skim the paper, and the debate rages over the role of race in Trayvon Martin's death. Turn on the television, and our political leaders argue about the health care rights of women versus men. Open up a web page, and Lady Gaga, Chris Colfer, and other celebrities b... - Fiction > RomanceThis is not the story of a beautiful girl and a handsome boy. It's not even the story of an average girl or an average boy. This is not the story of an insecure girl, either. It's not about pain and comfort and heartbreak. It's not about moving past one boyfriend by confiding in s...
- Fiction > All FictionSomething’s slipped. The veil she used to hold in front of her eyes is gone. Suddenly, everything seems so…clear. She turns away, disgusted by the reality she sees. But where can she go? She’s surrounded by what she once was - they stand, unseeing, actively choosing not to disabuse them...
- Nonfiction > MemoirIt was warmer than usual yesterday, though today the wind returned, reminding us to leave behind the pick-up basketball games and sagging hoops, leave behind the freedom of running around with a frisbee, leave behind the carelessly kept lawns with snow just beginning to melt. The chill sent everyone...
- Poetry > All PoetryI'll take that back, thank you so much Put it in a steel box, making sure to lock it up Shake it a couple times, double-check it's nice and tight I'm leaving all of this behind me tonight Never turning, not a glance, not a peek I'm going to be strong, don't you dare cal...
- Nonfiction > MemoirAn independent (read: impudent) little girl like me really shouldn’t need this. I don’t need something or someone to lean on - I’m a rock in and of myself. I can stand up for my own thoughts and beliefs, reach for the stars, take care of anyone who gets in my way. Why do I crave your pre...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceSomething’s not right. Why is it, when I’m with him, that I feel like I’m cheating on you? Why is it that I want to hide the simple, superficial friendship I have with him as though it’s somehow bad? I have a desperate need to make our nightly good-byes secret, our conversations hushed, our ...
- Poetry > Free VerseHey you. Yeah, you. Do you remember me? No? That’s too bad. I remember you. Could I ever forget? Don’t you recall – That time we walked together, through the trees Talking about everything, nothing, and anything in between – No? You don’t remember that you told me my hair was pr...
- Poetry > Free VerseI’m stuck In a mess that I got myself into Only I can get myself out At least, that’s what they told me. Love. The most deceiving of emotions. It beckons to us, knowing all along That its allure is too much to ignore. And then, it walks away. Leaving nothing behind but broken hearts Sh...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe first raindrops fall Disturbing the relative peace of your inhabitants They slide down, toward the mossy green floor Gently caressing your curves Lightning strikes A mother, dwelling within, shrieks as she struggles to protect her young Everything comes alive as you stand there, unmovi...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceThere I was – could you even see me? I could barely take my eyes off of you. I wanted so badly for you to sign my yearbook. You hadn’t bought one – $40 just wasn’t worth it, you said. I also knew that you not-so-secretly hated the yearbook’s teacher advisor. As an editor, though, it was so...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionWords. My words. They fill up blank pages, empty spaces, bored minds. Now, they find their way into my ears: ghosts of past laughs, memories of times when it wasn’t like this. A dull pain begins growing in my chest. I try to counter it by not looking up; determined that staring at my food will f...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionJack reached for the phone and ferociously punched in the numbers, groaning as he lost signal once again. After pacing the room with much panic, he walked outside, sat next to his son, and pretended everything was fine. Neither spoke, but rather just sat there in silence hoping this wasn’t the end...
- Fiction > RomanceShe meandered down the hall towards him, taking her time so as to rest her eyes on his face for as long as possible. He wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, really, but to her, he was something special. A smile lit up his face, and the momentary flame that it set off in her was extinguished as she...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI slammed my fist down on the desk for the last time. I couldn’t do this anymore. What was wrong with me? Hurt, guilt, fear, pain – the torrent of emotions welling up inside me overflowed, and the stifled pitter-patter of teardrops hitting the desk filled the vacuum that was my lonely attic room...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionMy name is Preeta. I am 16 years old. I live a sheltered existence in an upper-middle class community. I have never been in love. What do I write about? Nothing important, really. Just rather ironic stories involving made-up characters. I don’t why they were so important to me. They n...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionLaura looked out her window at the empty, dilapidated buildings that made up her city. The hordes of homeless folk wandering the streets depressed her. Animals to populate this concrete jungle, she thought bitterly. Turning from the window, she switched on the radio. Perhaps she could find some sola...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionHe picks up the saxophone, smiling just for an instant. It’s what she’s been waiting for all day. She lives for these moments, ever since freshmen year, when they sat next to each other – flute and clarinet. He’s moved on since then, learning different instruments whenever it suits him. Heâ€...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasyNo, I pleaded silently. Anyone but him. No good would come of this, I was sure. I looked into his deep brown eyes, seeing what every other girl in the world saw – and more. And I was ashamed. Why wouldn’t I be, when they take the one mistake I’ve made, the one most embarrassing event of my lif...
