In a fictional story with a mental health theme, a monster named Edgar haunts the narrator.

In a fictional story with a mental health theme, a monster named Edgar haunts the narrator.
A short story of my first competitive race that explores feelings of anxiety, embraces perseverance and captures moments of love.
You say women and children first But you don’t give a damn About us the minute we are out Treading water, Gasping for air. You make us wade Through the waves While you ignore The graves you create With your thoughtless policies And your foul ideologies. You deflate...
The bathrooms on the second floor of the B building were, simply put, the best, except nobody, knew of them, certainly not the underclassmen. On rare occasions, you could hear the faint running sounds of water from within or the paper towel dispenser whirring shyly....
My lips are cracked, my throat feels dry Been waiting for this all my life Just enlisted, future’s bright Pershing tells us, “Onwards, Doughboys! We’ll fight the Fritzes, prove our might A torch of victory to our Allied” My lips are cracked, my throat feels dry...
adam / adamantly infatuated with eve / evening comes and i imagine them / emptied-out souls / entwined and barely alive / cast down into earth. what must it feel like to fall for each other and know of nothing else? what, then, must it feel like...
“Walk with me through America, don’t look back.” Darkness surrounds my left and right. So instead I look straightforward. I begin to see crowds of people cheering. Their roars rumble in my ears, making the ground shake, making me tremble in excitement. I witness a sea...
A creative writing story by Brian Chen
The story of a moth and staying up too late to hit it.
black crystals and soft star-studded wings rise on finely twisted twine its shadow hovers, twitching In tune with the beat of a wretched heart Korean r&b reigns in the hollow space silence casts a muted glow; it flares against the worn and wet cheeks of a...