We used a website to showcase our ever-changing writing styles and emphasize the connection between what we read and what we write from childhood till now!
Writing My World: Window Into Our Lives
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December
A poem about going home for the holidays.
To Be Normal
Throughout my childhood, I noticed differences between my friends and myself—their experiences, senses of home, family structures. I desired normalcy, yet my culture, my family and I… we thrived in the differences.
My Hometown
What is your hometown? A place where you return back to with joy and feel comfort from. My poem will remind you of all the little elements that help us create our hometown.
Death Follows
Bex Foster has a secret: she can hear the voices of her dead parents. How will her friendships and relationships be altered by this secret?
Bunk Bed Dreams
Thoughts, consciousness, and imagination. A poem.
Lost Child
In this short story excerpt, immediately after her (supposed) imaginary friend saves her from a terrible fall into a ravine, a young girl is whisked away from her lonely days into a world of adventure.
Rising and Falling and Crashing
The five “Yearlies” stay on the tiny beach island over the summer, while the rest of their boarding school friends go home.
Bye Bye My Home Country
This winter, I returned to Bangladesh for the first time in years after living in the U.S.
Mi Dos Casitas
Highlighting the beauty of my two colorful homes.
Where I’m From
This is a poem about where I’m from as a 16-year-old, born and raised in Queens, New York in a small family of four.
LOST
As your voice fumbles, I look into your eyes, to never look back. You are shaking—or should I say trembling.
The Long Way Home, an Excerpt
Two strangers at their lowest find out that they may have something the other needs. But first, they need to get over their differences—and their unlikely similarities.
Asked and Unanswered
This is a collaborative memoir of our relationships with our maternal grandmothers, who we lost in the spring of 10th grade. Our relationships mirror each other’s in many ways, especially as daughters of immigrant parents.
Colombia: The Place Where I Can Always Return.
This was originally a school assignment that was meant to be a college essay. I decided to scrap it and turn it into a different piece. It is inspired by the mountains in Colombia.