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…

The Truth Behind Everything

a comedy sketch by Terrel Pets. You gotta love’em. If you don’t have one, that’s fine, it just means that you missin’ out on some good stuff. If you do have a pet, which I bet 75% of people in here do, then you know what type of friendship I’m talkin’ about. I had this…

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…