The Fortress

a lyric poem by Chrystal —- Educational establishments are safe places. They were. For everyone but me. I belonged there but not everywhere it encompassed. The walls that kept students safe from the outside did not keep them safe from each other. I faked strength but not well enough. Never enough. She always had more…

BLACK FOLK’S LEAGUE

a company created by Melissa BLACK FOLK’S LEAGUE is a store meant for the people who are black and proud & would love to show it off. This brand was made for those who want to show their pride throughout their clothes. If they cant hear us say it, we might as well wear it!…

Belief in Doubt

a lyric poem by Erica Things will end up badly, I believe. I cannot do much but be apprehensive of the future. Somewhere along the way I might become stranded from thinking too far out, leaving everyone behind for a world that may never exist, but I just need reassurance, comfort, condolence. I’ve been reduced…

Power of Words

a prose poem by Qainat — With a flick of my wrist, I jot down the first stream of venom that flows from the tip of my pencil to attack this very paper. I can write in quick, short, choppy sentences. They’re small. They’re tough. They knock you down. You don’t expect it. The sudden…

Bluff

a flash fiction mystery by Terrel that was recently published on Teen Ink  Today is like every other day. For a blind man like yourself, who seems to be concealed in fear, what is there to expect? Well, despite being tied up to a chair with iron rings around each of your fingers, claws on…

Kenopsia in Opia

a lyric poem by Qainat Kenopsia: n. the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that’s usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet Opia: n. the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable         How much can you see? When you look into my eyes,…

Home for the Holidays

a flash fan fiction piece by Stephannie The samurai called Jack drew the cup of tea to his lips before exhaling a deep sigh, watching his breath form in the chilly evening. He shuddered a bit, for his kimono did not warm him up from the bitter wind, before unfolding the paper an anonymous messenger…