By Neena Grewal, TIWP Student If I die before my sister, tell her to paint my coffin. Get her canary yellow, burnt sienna, bloody red, and beg her to cover the black lid in color—so bright it almost seems silly to cry over it. Tell her to paint the ocean we visited, the lavender that […]
By Neena Grewal, TIWP Student There were lots of interesting things in the shop across from Dodie’s Bees, according to Dodie himself. The first on the list were the painstakingly painted handles of garden shovels, varying from heights the size of Dodie’s palm to sizes tall enough to brush his rib cage. They were painted […]
By Neena Grewal, TIWP Student Our people weren’t the ones who threw harmless girls into volcanoes on the regular. They were quite the partiers, army-goers, art-makers, and gods-fearers and didn’t feel the need to throw someone into a mountain. But, every once in a while, there’s the primal urge to give something up for something they […]
By Katerina Bonderud, TIWP Student The jar of beans spill onto the table, scattered all around just like my thoughts. I thought the jar had cracked but the box of milk beside it broke the jar’s fall. The milk tips, then spills, tangling with the beans. Soon after, it drips off the counter and creeps […]
By Audrey Lambert, TIWP Student Be honest with me. Where can I go from here? A girl with no parents loses her brother. A girl with no friends loses everything. I still haven’t cleared out his room. I can’t bring myself to do so. Our apartment is so quiet, so empty. I wouldn’t have admitted […]
By Alexia Tzortzis, TIWP Student Icarus flew too close to the sun on purpose—and laughed as the wax burned down his back and he plummeted into the ocean. The sun painted everything in shades of gold, and set the feathers around him a flame. There is a certain beauty in setting the world on fire […]
By Ashley Larson, TIWP Student These walls know me better than my family. Inside, these walls hold our secrets, our past lives, our differences and similarities. Inside, these walls hold our screams, tears, radiating smiles and our world. Inside, these walls hold our true beings, our fantasies, our realities. Inside, these walls hold everything we’ve […]
By Neena Grewal, TIWP Student If I die before my sister, tell her to paint my coffin. Get her canary yellow, burnt sienna, bloody red, and beg her to cover the black lid in color—so bright it almost seems silly to cry over it. Tell her to paint the ocean we visited, the lavender that […]
By Katerina Bonderud, TIWP Student I broke through the glass which most people call the atmosphere. My bones squished under the power of gravity as I didn’t fall, but was thrown to the earth. I was slapped by the harsh wind that gave no forgiveness. This place was no where near like my planet. My […]
By Neena Grewal, TIWP Student Hello. I’m not really sure how to write a letter, I only learned to write a few minutes ago. Maybe if you told me your name, I could call you that. For now, you’re just person. I’ve seen you for a while, but I’m not sure how long. Years for […]
