Finger Slaves

a personal narrative by Marissa originally published on Teen Ink Note:  any misspelling, improper usage of lowercase, or other error is on purpose. Writing things down on paper has always helped me organize all my vicious thoughts. It’s a constant navigation system screaming into my brain on what I’m supposed to be doing. This navigation…

If Only I Knew

a prose poem by Maahum And it was at that moment, that exact moment that I wish I had not married you. I would have never married you. If only I knew. If only I knew that you listened to every little word that came out of my mouth with your undivided attention. If only I…

In Hindsight

a flash fiction piece by Janushkaa It wasn’t your fault, my dearest Parker… That was the one prominent line from her letter that you can remember. That was the only line she had written over and over and over again in her curvy print. As if somehow these seven words could heal the shattered pieces…

Beauty is All I See

a free verse poem by Qainat Oh, how I love the night! I love when the sky is a shroud of lovely dark blue that covers the Earth after it falls asleep. I love how the stars in the suburbs twinkle, dance, and tease throughout the night, waiting for your back to turn before they disappear.…

Ballet is truly who I am.

ballet performances by Grace     I began dancing at the age of three, but I did not start the rigorous training of classical ballet until age thirteen. On a daily basis, my time in the studio ranges anywhere from four to eight hours a day, which leaves me with minimal free time after school…

The Shattered Dove

an excerpt from a novel by Terrel — I heard barking from a dog. Was it Jay? His floppy tail ran to me and I bent down to hug the Labrador Beagle. He was big now. It was another dream, the dog, barking at me commanding to get up. I knew what it was barking…

Teenage Alien

a poetry zine by Ananya Click on images to enlarge and read. – – – – – – – – Ananya is a sophomore and riot grrrl.  She says, “This is a brief poetry zine about feeling alienated and rejected. I love to make zines because they’re so personal and rebellious.”