Young Writers

In grave thousand of fireflies, Fly, with the soul, You think die, before. They come out, Say loud, They want peace,, not war But you can't hear...

Prologue. You don’t have to do this . I grip the bar knife in my hand even tighter and swallow, hard. It’s right, the voice. I don’t have to kill...

When it comes to gift giving, the thought really does count. Written in a style reminiscent of a bible passage, the poem looks at the notion of offering material items as symbols of gratitude through the conversations of two men, and what it means to be truly thankful.

Adrian Kozan wakes up. He sits in bed for a few minutes, looking at the ceiling, thinking about nothing in particular. The notification light on his...