by Elisa Chi “Follow your interests.” ( Anything else? Want to elaborate? "That's it.") Document more.  Don’t be so serious (“I’d give...

by Elisa Chi Perfectly moisturized lips–not from chapstick though–doused in mahogany lipstick. First Meet: Mom leading a woman to the...

Fiction by Elisa C. On the off chance that Phoebe and I have the opportunity to climb trees, we do so. In California, there aren’t very...

I remember my mother dressing me in white tights, Honest Kids juice boxes, a game of tag, and the rosy cheeks of other children chasing...

by anonymous Thursday, November 2 Evening My coffee’s kind of cold. There wasn’t really any point in making it in the first place. Today...

by anonymous I miss when your face was a meaningless sight in my field of vision as my eyes idly skimmed our history class. You never...

Their tears dripped down, filling those already deep waters that surrounded her enclosure. I remember the day I took my first ballet...

by Elisa C. It was so cold I could see my breath, even in the dark. My father was late to pick me up, so I was left with the joy of...

Poem by anonymous It will only go wrong if it’s going alright the carpet has been torn out from underneath how far I’ve fallen or has it...

fiction by Elisa C. I’m sitting in the backseat. Wrappers and empty candy boxes conglomerate in the cupholders to the left of me; a...

Creative nonfiction by Elisa C. We were watching Coraline. I remember staring at the clay-made creatures in the tiny box before us, their...

Analytical essay on mental illness portrayed in Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar

Creative nonfiction by Elisa C. A game Issac Wagner and I would always play was “tag the loser.” It would just be us two, and sometimes...

Story by Katie Kim There is nothing to see. The island is a broad, grassy plateau of land that eventually declines, vanishing under the...

by Elisa C. I’ve attempted to write why I loved J.D. Salinger’s writings multiple times. I’ve tried to find quotes from The Catcher in...