Identity
— Interview a grandparent or older friend about a memorable moment from their childhood. Then, turn that memory into a first-person story, written from their point of view. Submit your entries here.
— All names in this story have been changed for privacy. A few years ago my mom and dad, my two older brothers, and I moved from a refugee camp in...
— It needs courage to build a school! It needs courage to touch children’s hearts! It needs courage to welcome homelessness! It needs courage to stand with us in one line!...
— CRACKED The ceiling hates me because it is cracked and imperfectand unloved and unfixed and nobody pays attention to it anyways, because they don’t care,well, I care, but that doesn’t...
— Noelle was wondering. Noelle always wondered, whether she was at school, or at home, or anywhere. She daydreamed all day. She wondered what they were doing. Were they walking home...
— An update from our sixth Writing Workshop with Conner Bassett A summary of the workshop held on Saturday May 22, plus some of the output published below The Challenge: Simply,...
— I sat in the taxi staring at the screen, as I usually did, watching a scene showing several Chinese people wearing masks. The taxi TV blared, “the Coronavirus rages through...
— Cloud Jumping Every time I try to jump up to touch the black clouds,what bothers me most is that you can’t even enjoy falling back to the ground, because it’sa...
— It was a sunny day and the birds were all singing. I imagined that I could understand them. “You did it-you did it-you did it you’ll never get-a-way.” it was...
— I talked, but I could hear my words filing into her ear and out of another like a string of music notes. She held her violin at playing position, but...