April 10, 2025
In the space between my breaths, absence echoes louder than touch. ...
April 10, 2025
I stare into the mirror but the face that meets me isn't my own. She's a stranger wearing my skin, a nameless figure. Her countenance haunted by a pain she cannot hide. Her reflection once known is now a vestige. My spark now seems too far lost in her eyes. The wounds she...
April 10, 2025
And all of a sudden, my world went silent. My nails got shorter, my makeup got heavier. Suddenly, the air got thinner, and with each breath, I felt myself fading-- each exhale echoing the absence of you. My voice, once composed, now shattered-- overwrought, softening...
Run. Hide. Fight. It sounds like a childrens game of hide and seek. Yet although children know the name it's not a game. July 4, I got off a plane in a brand new country. I connect to the wifi and scroll through social media. Facebook is my first choice. I want to see what my...
The story runs away, almost a separate entity from its creator. Because as much as the author intended to put in their words, there are infinitely more unintentional ideas left to be discovered.
A Letter of Advice From an Unexpected Individual
My Anonymous Correspondent, Perhaps my writing to you is a surprise. I only entreat that you pay heed to my advice with the degree of solemnity it rightfully deserves.
Two years ago I went on a week-long backpacking trip in Isle Royale, a remote national park island in Lake Superior, with seven other girls. This was through my summer camp which I had been going to for six years. For the last three miles of our 50 mile trip we did solo hikes to the campsite....
The sun rose on a beautiful morning in late July, lighting up the picturesque valley below an unnamed mountain peak in the Bavarian Alps. The lively sounds of birds, the rushing water of the river cascading down into the valley, and the rustling trees in the morning breeze filled the air....
I’m scrunched up in the back seat of my dad’s black Toyota, “The Beast,” as we all call it. It smells like worn leather and faintly of the mint gum he keeps in the glove box. My little brother Austin, under one, sits in his car seat next to me, eyes wide as he takes in the world...
