Fiction
A collection of fiction written by students worldwide.
A Spanish idiom about daydreaming; a way of saying that one is not sitting idly, but engaged constructively in contemplation. June’s summer heat and the Read more
His hands are calloused and rough.His fingertips are stained yellow.Not the kind of yellow that is full of sun kisses and dandelions,but the yellow of Read more
for her soul - version 1.For the soul's sweet plea in plaintive tone,In Babylon's blaze, where smoky petals are sown,Semiramis weeps, her gaze growing dim,The Read more
Routine is the devil of a stranger: A death spell is different only in name.18th century England — the rise of industrialisation, the first factory system—the Read more
I shimmy and shake in my bed drunk on iron eyelids. Every lightbulb in the house is dormant. Spectacular wings could protrude from my shoulderThe crickets are Read more
On the shore, in France’s half-open fistMy grandparents built a white-walled houseUrged by the midday sun, theBalcony’s terracotta tiles wouldScorch unassuming feetBut in the cool Read more
Alive for only a moment. Burned painfully bright but not for long, just as all the best lives did. Couldn’t keep himself in line, but Read more
‘Cause in a room with fizzing Coca-Cola ceilings, my grandmother laydying. ‘Cause this was about the time that my blue bear’s chest began to split, Read more
you lived in my best dreams the ones where we’d hang the soaking clothes, take out the trashwhere the smell of soondubu filled the room while the silverware Read more
The birdhouse holds only memories & the training wheels on my bike are weighed down by dust. Lily of the valley sinks a little lower today, dandelion Read more
neon bright signs in late nights leaveafterimages in my eyes, a cyberpunkremainder of color and shapes andswirling lines. in the rain my windshield wiperssqueak incessantly, Read more
The last time I threw up my hair was still long enough to knot along my stomach. Clinging to the state phonewith clammy tear-stains stumbling over buttons as waves Read more
Origami – the act of leaving skidmarks on paper. of chalking dead skin on dead wood. of tracing creases for a new life to beseech it.i folded Read more
A Cage of Xiaolongbao A conversation between two introverts is not a conversation. Rather, it’s an endless series of erratic questions lacking origin of interest Read more
I. We start again and so begins a new version. This is about how it goes: A sultry evening teeters on the bottom edge of Read more
1.Birth The first time you saw the sun was when you were only two months old and your momtook you to a fortune teller. He Read more
I used to wear my hair in a ponytail every day. It was a nuisance if it wasn’t pulled back—always tangled and in my face—but Read more
The patient was a 17-year-old Asian femalewith no significant past medical history(or no significant future) who hopes this isn't forever.Two minutes after arrival at UTMB at Read more
In the dry air of Denver, Imogen rocks on the porch swing while her mother paces in the kitchen, waiting. She’s stuck in the same Read more
I remember the first time I met you. I remember it because I thought you were weird. But, if we’re being honest, who wouldn’t? Even Read more
I didn't notice it at first. I was too busy balancing on the rocks. The mud squished between my toes, which had never bothered me Read more
Clouds covered the sky in a lazy haze, and I wished the moment we had together wouldn’t end. For days, we’d tried to find time Read more
Mushrooms often grow in relation to the other plants and trees around them, forming a symbiotic relationship. Some mushrooms kill other plants, some mushrooms grow Read more
“Nǚ ér (Daughter),” Mama whispered, splintering the stillness that enveloped us in our Nissan’s murmur. “Yeah?” I respond indifferently, double-tapping the gingham dress on my Read more
A sweater—mine, but not really. Not anymore. A sweater that I’ll never wear again. A too-cold room. A half-eaten pop-tart, strawberry. Unfinished. Windows open with Read more
Rain poured down outside my car, windshield wipers cleared my view—though it still didn’t feel like I was seeing straight. I was driving fast, faster Read more
I remember that it was cold. The kind of cold that slips through your jacket when it isn’t tucked up to your chin, and finds Read more
Old Hickey nods at us as we pull up to the clubhouse. A pool of blood wobbles on the seat of the golf cart, creeping Read more
It's 12:34 a.m. and I’m done staring at the ceiling. I better practice piano. Noise is a dish best served in solitude. I crawl over Read more