Thank you to all of our Young Authors who have submitted to our 2022 contest!! We’ll be announcing winners later in the spring, but for now, savor your courage and commitment to this important craft! “Surely it is...
The final countdown has commenced writers! 12 days left for you to send us your work and blow us away with your storytelling prowess. As a reminder: You can enter up to 2 works (in separate files) for each...
Dear Writing Community, We are thrilled to announce the opening of submissions for the 2021-2022 Young Authors Writing Competition! Check out our submission guidelines and the FAQ’s for further information. Download our flyer and share with friends and on...
Love of my Life by Romola Cavet BRANDY My mother called me the love of her life. We used to sit together on sticky white plastic chairs on the sun-cracked concrete outside our trailer, me staring at her staring at...
Chapter from The Boy with the Red Bicycle A Novel by Ashley Theilacker The air was hot and stale, stumbling and tangling against the trees outside the window. Alf felt his body numbing in the July heat, a...
Reincarnation by Anjali Pajjuri there are bhajans in these wicker chairs; Kali’s warnings etched in persimmon. turmeric and half-dried yoghurt massages, coconut oil, sandalwood soap bars: all yield alabaster//virginal thought. strawberry...
Life Raft/Casket by Angela Wei The first time I saw my mother cry she was a life raft slash casket, running her hands through her graying hair, counting out the ashes of my father’s cigarette. She cries like...
Number of submissions You may enter up to two works (in separate files) in each category of Creative Nonfiction and Fiction. In the Poetry category, you also may enter up to two files, but each of them can have...
Under the Same Sun by Hannah Ahdab I. The power outages happened every day at noon. These outages were as integral to the Syrian lifestyle as afternoon naps and eating dinner at 10 p.m. It was seemingly cruel to cut the power...
Turmeric Stains by Priyanka Shrestha I remember sitting on my bathroom counter the summer before seventh grade in a thin tank top and shorts. I was wearing my newly prescribed glasses and staring at every stretch and etch on...