Two curious kids, Isabella and Imogene, each find a fantastical journal hidden beneath a tree at their local park and unknowingly unlock a correspondence with each other that transcends time, space, and perhaps even reality.
We’re on the Same Page
Transportive
A Bloodline’s End
A motherland and a mother yearn for the children they’ve lost.
Everywhere, Everything
This piece is one of the first poems I wrote after my writer’s burnout. It is poem about breaking through the cracks a bit and starting to journal through the numbness I had towards writing.
orange chicken
Allow the symphonic undertones of the poem to draw you into the emotions of an intimate dinner party. How do we exist in spaces we feel driven from?
Reflections On A Semester Abroad in Copenhagen
This piece offers reflections on my semester abroad in Copenhagen, highlighting the class that changed how I think about everything and how it will continue to impact me.
The Monsters
This story is a post-apocalyptic world where monsters (in the form of mutant animals) come out at night. Sunlight is weak and limited in this world, so the characters have to be wary.
Remnants
This piece was selected as the winner in the First Chapters Contest, hosted in partnership with Penguin Random House and Electric Lit
the devil and the deep blue sea
Choices
Sea and Space
Two friends venture through a flooded Earth, searching for signs of life.
Obodo m, My Country
This poem invites you on a journey into a piece of my identity and culture.
In the living room
In my family’s living room, I reminisce about an old music machine and its feeling that I took for granted.
Salt Water and Sea Breeze
A vivid, authentic multimedia piece meant to place the reader in a new world of a summer beach afternoon.
Mollye
An excerpt from a speculative short novel about Mollye, a rebellious girl who is part of the Bergmann family, ruled by an all-powerful Mother, who finally shows Mollye just how alike their powers truly are.
Crown of Thorns
Nadia’s set to take over the throne her father’s prepared her for her entire life. But what if everything she thought she knew, including who she is, was a lie?
What would you even call what you see outside the window.
Someone once told me they saw me looking out a window and there was a lot going on inside. The floor was made of clouds and I was scared to jump.