Jul 15 minLiterary Magazineyou're not johnny appleseed. take a wild guess at who you actually areFiction 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...
Jul 13 minLiterary MagazineI hardly remember Noah. 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...
Apr 245 minLiterary Magazine11/2by 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...
Apr 243 minLiterary MagazineRose Tinted Glassesby 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...
Mar 177 minLiterary MagazineSomething NuancedShort Story by Elisa I like to call myself an anomaly. Little children point their fingers, crying at their mothers when they spot me....
Jan 195 minLiterary MagazineShe was like a beacon of light that lost sailors off-shore came crying toward. Their tears dripped down, filling those already deep waters that surrounded her enclosure. I remember the day I took my first ballet...
Dec 10, 20236 minLiterary MagazineThe Bus 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...
Nov 23, 20232 minLiterary Magazineno title 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...
Nov 22, 20233 minLiterary Magazinecarride Notesfiction by Elisa C. I’m sitting in the backseat. Wrappers and empty candy boxes conglomerate in the cupholders to the left of me; a...
Nov 18, 20233 minLiterary MagazineThe Thing I Fear draft 2Creative nonfiction by Elisa C. We were watching Coraline. I remember staring at the clay-made creatures in the tiny box before us, their...
Oct 22, 20236 minLiterary MagazineThe Deceiving ColorsAnalytical essay on mental illness portrayed in Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar
Aug 8, 20231 minLiterary Magazinetag the loserCreative 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...
Jul 4, 20233 minLiterary Magazinehope and what makes herStory by Katie Kim There is nothing to see. The island is a broad, grassy plateau of land that eventually declines, vanishing under the...