By Cynthia Heinrichs

Raindrops splatted a sharp staccato against the single window pane. In a pot on the floor the incessant drip drip drip from the thatch replied.

She pressed her forehead against the cold glass. I must ask Bran to patch that. If this rain ever stops, the whole roof needs doing [...]

YARN is thrilled to share a Sara Zarr original short story, exclusive to YARN. It has everything you love about her work, in a small summery package.

When he did something it made you think you could do it, too.

Whether it was skating or writing a story or [...]

We are thrilled to share with you Ned’s latest, “Strike a Chord”—a YARN exclusive short story!

From Ned Vizzini’s first collection of essays “Teen Angst? Naaah…” to his novel “It’s Kind of a Funny Story” (now a major motion picture), there is a running theme throughout his writing—a self-aware teenager is a complex, beautiful, burdened, hilarious, resilient, layered human being.

By high school senior, Amir Tamimi

The Pakro family lived on Nejat Street, among a small community of veterans from the Iran-Iraq War. The father, Omid Pakro, had lost both of his legs under a tank in Khoramshahr, near the border. That was not the worst part. The tank belonged to the Islamic Republic, his own side. Tragic blunder. [...]

By Isaac Blum

Valerie first touched my penis on November 8^th 2011, between a swivel chair and a fax machine, in the room Len Hargreaves’ father used as an office. In a moment of semi-drunken lust, we barricaded ourselves behind the heavy door, threw ourselves on the Turkish rug, and, as they say, “went to town.”  [...]

Sherri tells YARN that “Carnivale” takes place approximately nine months before the start of “Orleans” and gives a glimpse into the world of the heroine, Fen de la Guerre, and her chieftain, Lydia, before their world is turned upside down.

[...] You might find this hard to believe, Fen, but I was a grown woman before we met.” [...]

From seventeen-year-old Chinese-Indonesian writer Christie Suyanto:

I shared a drink with a stranger one April.

It took me three seconds to find out that her name was Jet Roscoe. Another three to realize that she’s exactly the type of person my parents warned me about. [...]

Three years ago, when I was fourteen, I waited for my mother to pick me up from a department store downtown. Katie Rennert and I spent Saturday afternoon shopping, but she had to leave early. Her mom called while we were in Women’s Shoes saying she had to go out to dinner with her grandmother [...]