I Sense It

By Kayli Harley, TIWP Student I sense it. The room does not change but everything feels darker. My skin chills, my breath hitches, and my heartbeat quickens. “Hello,” my voice shakes, betraying my false sense of confidence. It does not respond, it only lets out a low, raspy hum that sickens me to my core. […]

Social Anxiety

By Aly Kirke, TIWP Student I go out. Not because I want to, but because I know I should. Within two hours I want to go home. When the sun begins to fall, I try to cling on, to still smile, to still laugh. And I do, but I get tired because each lift of […]

Rolling the Dice

By Maya Petzoldt, TIWP Student “What does it mean to roll the dice?” I questioned out loud, swerving the steering wheel to the right and taking us down an ever creepier road. “How the hell should I know?” Vivian respond, sticking her head out the window again, taking another few shots at the car following and […]

Tomorrow Is Today

By Aly Kirke, TIWP Student Days turn to night. And then they do it again. A rose will bloom, and then it will die, and then another rose will grow. The world will spin today and it will still spin the next. The clock will not stop ticking, and demanding, and controlling. Tomorrow is today, […]

This Is What Her Tombstone Reads

By Kayli Harley, TIWP Student Here is how she died: Her heart beat too fast, for too long, and burst inside her chest. The tears she shed burned her skin, they eroded her away until there was nothing left. Her bones trembled until they cracked, and when her heart burst there was nothing left to […]

Six-Word Story

By Katerina Bonderud, TIWP Student Black person, white cops, and bullshit. See human and human, nothing more. Court reversed innocent until proven guilty. Before he walked in, he lost. He was the captain of basketball. He was having fun with friends. Sure, he was a bit loud. Can people not just have fun? No, everyone […]

Depths of The Atlantic

By Maya Petzoldt, TIWP Student Up and down, that’s how it goes. Up and down and all around again. I wished I could do more. But there’s little you can do in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. I would wish for people to come find me, but they don’t. I planned this. I told […]

Fires and Spirits

By Maya Petzoldt, TIWP Student  Fire. My hand is on fire. I should be more worried. This is not a normal occurrence. Yet, I don’t have an ounce of worry, not an ounce of fear. The tips of my fingers are black and burned, but I felt no pain. The fire rests on the tips […]

My Child Self

By Kayli Harley, TIWP Student It’s that feeling again. The one that shakes my bones, quivers my lip, and weighs my heart heavier in my chest. My breath is quicker, my hands tremble, my body aches. I stare at the mirror and look into my eyes. They are so familiar in their pain, glossed over […]

Childhood

By Aly Kirke, TIWP Student I am tiny, but I am huge. My imagination wilder than a beast, my mind as open as the Pacific. The only boundaries I know are how far I can run before I am cheating in the neighborhood game of tag. Endless brilliant possibilities of what might come tomorrow bloom […]