A February pop-up — a story of love and writing by Daniel Craig Roche.
2008 was the year the number sixteen appeared on my birthday cake. A flame flickered above the number one and another danced on top of the number six. I couldn’t think of a decent wish, but everyone stared at me.[…]
YARN alum Elizabeth Maria Naranjo offers up a wonderful creepy, bittersweet tale, which was one of the runners-up chosen by Rin Chupeco for last year’s Halloween Contest. Enjoy!
He’d never been to the ocean and didn’t know what the waves sounded like when they broke against the shore, but Timothy knew they didn’t sound like the voices of girls.
With many thanks to our judge Nisha Sharma, we present our winner to you, “Tequila” by YARN alum Laura Gonzalez!
In all my seventeen years, I have always been second. Rosa, my twin, was twenty-two minutes older, and she has held those twenty-two minutes over me for our entire life.[…]
One of our wonderful Humor Contest Runners-Up, “Citrus and Ash.”
Geoffrey lifted the knocker and brought it down on the witch’s door. Three short authoritative raps to get the job done.[…]
Our last story for the regular season — keep your eyes open for our Humor Contest winners in the next few weeks. In this lovely, lyrical tale, a troubled girl tries to find her way.
[…]Shani’s untethered, sitting on the side of the road on a dirty Mexican blanket…On the other side of the country, her little brother, Duncan, sleeps locked up in a school for boys.[…]
In “Don’t Look Down,” you’ve got to face your worst fears — whether you want to or not.
White walls are nothing but trouble. Trust me. I’ve woken up in enough hospitals to know this by heart.[…]
In this powerful story by YARN alum Elizabeth Maria Naranjo, a young girl tries to make sense of a family secret.
[…]Maybe if you were here it would have been different. We’d talk about things.[…]
Robbie asks himself again and again — why did I love this girl?
Fifteen minutes ago I was awoken by my phone buzzing…I reached for it, answering without looking at the caller. “Jerome killed himself,” said the tear-muffled voice of the ex-girl-of-my-dreams.[…]
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