When I was twelve, I had my first ever nosebleed, the bodily function that has plagued my life for four long years. 

I was in my mom’s car, on my way to my grandparent’s house, when I felt a flowing sensation in my nose. Thinking my nose was just runny, I wiped it with my hand, not caring if I mucus on my hand. Instead of the clear liquid on my hand, it was a dark crimson, the color of...

Description: Hey everyone,chapter eleven is up and running! We now come a close of our battle. But now that it's over,what's going to happen?! Will Peter and Wendy find a way to keep their love alive? What will become of our surviving villains? Will Wendy go back to London or will she stay? Will Peter be destined to never grow up or will he go home with Wendy? What will become of Wendy's brothers or the Lost Boys? Find out...

The doorbell chimes as I enter YoYo’s donuts. The sound meanders through my mind until it morphs into the incessant beeping of the x-ray machine.
⋯
I fill up my lungs and strain to stand up as straight as I can, slowly becoming lightheaded as I wait for the x-ray to process. The muscles in my back ache and I imagine the waves of electromagnetic radiation circulating through my body.
Eventually, I will endure so many x-rays that I joke...

    if you are homeshooled say "I". 

    She slipped in the sand, and
the box she was carrying almost tumbled out of
her hands. Digging
her fingers firmly
into the grooves of wooden vines on its cover, she tramped
down the beach
toward the waiting water,
going by ear.
The lapping waves were
oil in
her ears and perfume on
her lips as the wind kissed her
hello. She sat
in the flat sand. Water seeped
into her thin athletic shorts. She rested the box...

fig. 1:
girl in pearls & grey tattered tee. asymmetrical and uncomfortable. behind her, fairy lights begin to tango,
she sees no end to dawns.

fig 2:
girl in oily mattress. she is awake, the lights are on because the sun is unbound, but the rope stretches thin.

fig 3:
girl fingering elbows. hair braided in thrashes, hair brushed in sound photons, the curls breathing.

fig 4:
photo solidifies and thus disappears from present. [whiteout]

after the shower, i stepped out
with a book in my hand
and
i glanced down as i toweled droplets from my legs
i saw the droplet on the crack between tiles
like liquid pomegranate seed
and the thought makes me smile
that my uterus, coated in forbidden fruit
is releasing its treasures through the birth of nothing alive
thought makes me smile
that every persephone learns to dance across vibrational planes
once they taste the waves inside them
and...

In seventh grade, I idolized my classmate Mina. She was beautiful, sarcastic, and religiously followed bands the rest of us had never heard of. After I downloaded the social network Instagram for the first time, she was one of the first people I followed. This dropped me into a world I was completely unprepared for.

Mina had anxiety and depression, and was open about it online. She was part of an online community of mental illness sufferers, and seeing things...

     Once upon a time... Wait, that doesn't sound right. That term is usually used when we talk about a story in a magical place full of talking animals, goblins, fairies, and magic. But this story is the quite opposite.
    Our story takes place in New York City in the 60's, a place where there is no such thing as fairy tales. But it is a place packed with plenty of people, who are too busy with their good...

When I was twelve, I had my first ever nosebleed, the bodily function that has plagued my life for four long years. 

I was in my mom’s car, on my way to my grandparent’s house, when I felt a flowing sensation in my nose. Thinking my nose was just runny, I wiped it with my hand, not caring if I mucus on my hand. Instead of the clear liquid on my hand, it was a dark crimson, the color of...

Description: Hey everyone,chapter eleven is up and running! We now come a close of our battle. But now that it's over,what's going to happen?! Will Peter and Wendy find a way to keep their love alive? What will become of our surviving villains? Will Wendy go back to London or will she stay? Will Peter be destined to never grow up or will he go home with Wendy? What will become of Wendy's brothers or the Lost Boys? Find out...

The doorbell chimes as I enter YoYo’s donuts. The sound meanders through my mind until it morphs into the incessant beeping of the x-ray machine.
⋯
I fill up my lungs and strain to stand up as straight as I can, slowly becoming lightheaded as I wait for the x-ray to process. The muscles in my back ache and I imagine the waves of electromagnetic radiation circulating through my body.
Eventually, I will endure so many x-rays that I joke...

    She slipped in the sand, and
the box she was carrying almost tumbled out of
her hands. Digging
her fingers firmly
into the grooves of wooden vines on its cover, she tramped
down the beach
toward the waiting water,
going by ear.
The lapping waves were
oil in
her ears and perfume on
her lips as the wind kissed her
hello. She sat
in the flat sand. Water seeped
into her thin athletic shorts. She rested the box...

fig. 1:
girl in pearls & grey tattered tee. asymmetrical and uncomfortable. behind her, fairy lights begin to tango,
she sees no end to dawns.

fig 2:
girl in oily mattress. she is awake, the lights are on because the sun is unbound, but the rope stretches thin.

fig 3:
girl fingering elbows. hair braided in thrashes, hair brushed in sound photons, the curls breathing.

fig 4:
photo solidifies and thus disappears from present. [whiteout]

after the shower, i stepped out
with a book in my hand
and
i glanced down as i toweled droplets from my legs
i saw the droplet on the crack between tiles
like liquid pomegranate seed
and the thought makes me smile
that my uterus, coated in forbidden fruit
is releasing its treasures through the birth of nothing alive
thought makes me smile
that every persephone learns to dance across vibrational planes
once they taste the waves inside them
and...

In seventh grade, I idolized my classmate Mina. She was beautiful, sarcastic, and religiously followed bands the rest of us had never heard of. After I downloaded the social network Instagram for the first time, she was one of the first people I followed. This dropped me into a world I was completely unprepared for.

Mina had anxiety and depression, and was open about it online. She was part of an online community of mental illness sufferers, and seeing things...

     Once upon a time... Wait, that doesn't sound right. That term is usually used when we talk about a story in a magical place full of talking animals, goblins, fairies, and magic. But this story is the quite opposite.
    Our story takes place in New York City in the 60's, a place where there is no such thing as fairy tales. But it is a place packed with plenty of people, who are too busy with their good...

I open the door, take a step outside, turn back inside, and run back into my room.
This was my story for a year before I solved me.
I wasn't always like that. I was fun, bubbly and happy.
I moved.
Not 'we' mind you, but 'I'.
I went to another place, no, country, continent even, and left the rest of me behind.
My story may not seem dire at all,as I merely left the comfort of home - Nigeria...