Teardrops in the Rain

The bitter wind nipped at my flushed cheeks. I could feel my skin paling from the exposure to the winter air whilst my body trembled at the sight of the varying hues of gray that hung above me. My hair whipped across my face— locks of mahogany silk temporarily blinded me as if the air…

The Strength Article

The waves collided and crashed in the distance. I rested on the bed of sand, sinking into the beige grains every instance I regretted to think. High above and some ways back, mountainous ridges held tourists scouting the land. Like adventurers in a new realm, they ogled at the sights and captured images of what…

Failure’s Toll

“We regret to inform you that your piece will not be accepted for publication.” My eyes saw the remainder of the text but my mind did nothing to configure the combinations of words and punctuations. I slammed my laptop shut and folded my knees to my chest, just sitting their in absolute silence. But it…

Stumbling Softly

The cheers of children sounded behind me like the calls of wild apes. My breaths were coming in jagged heaves, and my body was running on energy that ceased to exist until this very moment. I was way ahead of the rest of my competition, my feet barely skimming the ground like a gazelle running…

The Cure

I’d rather look back on life and know I did all I could to make myself smile, then to look back and think, “Why didn’t I try harder?” It may seem like an easy notion to perceive, until you realize the stockpiled regret sitting conspicuously in the corner of your mind. Regret. It’s like the…

How Do You Say Goodbye to a Star?

How do you say goodbye to a star? Science says that many of these celestial bodies of gas and fire have since burned out in the night sky, yet their light remains radiant amidst the black. Their glimmering rays have not ceased to shine, for time is a strange idealism in the universe. What has…

The Truth of Innocence

The light blinds me before my irises adjust. The walls of the small room are a lime green, speckled with thick stickers of water-color flowers and over-sized sparkles. A T.V with scattered Pokemon games and a cube console sit unrestfully upon a wooden dresser. Everything is quiet as I lay in the center of the…

Uncovering Happiness

My eyes flutter open to a dazzling luminosity. I peel my face off of the worn, cognac leather, only to realize that I passed out on the couch again. I reach in search of my pillow— which was somehow tossed to the floor during the night. I clutch onto the soft cotton of the cushion…

The Little Things

Many times a day, we humans are aggravated by the most trivial things. Whether it’s the tiniest of implications our friends make, the ceaseless drama of bloodlines, or the unintended circumstances bestowed upon us by life, we find that our daily rituals are constantly being disturbed. It is not unjust of us to be angered…

Fruition of the Humanist

Gloria Steinem often said, “A gender-equal society would be one where the word ‘gender’ does not exist: where everyone can be themselves.” In the modern age, the glory of feminism is often masked by the norm of cultures, the believed dissolution of its necessity, or the unjust ignorance that comes from feminist opposition.  Feminism is…