By Ava Moga, TIWP Student her hair is straw, glistening and yellow.her eyes are pools of soapy ocean waves.her nose is passed down from those beforeand her body is built on years of nourishment and activity.she has felt a million different feelingsand expressed a million different things. her hands have touched other hands.they’ve touched the ground,water,and […]
Okay Not to Be Okay
By Sarah Hawkins, TIWP Student It is a weird thing to say, but sometimes I just want to not be okay. It’s not that I don’t want to be happy. It’s that sometimes I’m going to be sad or angry and instead of hearing, “You’ll be okay,” I want to hear, “It’s okay that you […]
Ephemeral
By Sarah Hawkins, TIWP Student The soft breeze rattled the trees.As the grass swayed,the water rippled and distorted my reflection as I stared back at myself.The world was quiet.Nothing existed outside of this moment,a perfect moment of serenity away from everything.I reached out toward the water almost to capture it, but as my finger touched […]
Ink and Paper
By Jessy Wallach, TIWP Student All readers are addicts chasing our initial high. No matter how much we read, no matter the story nor the genre, no book will ever match the wonders of our childhood tales. We forget now that it was not always a metaphor to say that stories are magic. Books came […]
Autumn
By Jessy Wallach, TIWP Student Autumn is a time of transition. It basks in the last warmth of Summer while bracing for Winter’s chill. It is a golden period full of afternoon light; a gentle reminder that night is nearing — wrap up your last few tasks, set aside for tomorrow your great ambitions, for […]
I Am
By Mira Hubly, TIWP Student I am made of crisp, gentle sunlightthat warms and softens,seeds splittingand young branches twisting and stretching,waves rising and falling,smooth water, fierce sea sprayand salt baking in the sun. I am made of western wind,pushing and pulling,swaying, bopping,spinning,skipping,cracking. I am made of toffeewith sweet caramel,boiled, pulled and stretched,hardened over rich chocolate,breakable yet firm. […]
The End of Everything
By Cyra Rahman, TIWP Student It was a normal day. I walked back from science class, my last class of the day, to my room. I live at a boarding school in Wales where they teach magic and how to defend yourself from demons. “Andromeda!” a high pitched voice belonging to an annoying person calls […]
The Locked Door (an excerpt)
By Cyra Rahman, TIWP Student Aurelia I am sitting in the church’s pews, almost asleep. I pull my phone out of my purse and turn on some random kpop song. My purse is annoyingly big, I thought it would be smaller. Well, at least I can put a lot of random stuff in it and […]
Reflections and Gratitude
Zara Quiter, TIWP Student My reflection of my trip to London and Paris must start with a note of gratitude to my parents for taking me on the trip. To have an opportunity to go to Europe at only twelve years old is a priceless gift I am infinitely grateful for. You paid for this […]
The Woman
By Lilian St. Clair-Foster, TIWP Student Who’s that woman in the photo?I gulp as I look down at the paper in front of me.What should have been a selfie of me with my first house was photobombed by a lady in blue standing in the room that’s soon to be mine.I tense, falling to my […]
The Intuitive Voice 