Finalist in the 2020 Voyage YA Short Story Award . 12:03 a.m. I never thought I’d sneak out of the bathroom window to get away from Zach, but here I am. The wood on the Gals cabin windowsill has splintered over the years, poking into my soft stomach as I heave myself forward. Maybe going […]

Finalist in the 2020 Voyage YA Short Story Award . I was listening to the new Say Anything album when I saw Kyle McCormick for the first time. I didn’t mean to stare when he walked into the school library, but there was something about him that made me feel off-balance. He was chewing gum […]

Finalist in the 2020 Voyage YA Short Story Award . It is the kind of night where the wind keens in the rafters, so strong against the walls that the windows groan with it. The hearth is an oasis, even though the flames flicker like an omen. You hover over its warmth. Stew bubbles over […]

Finalist in the 2020 Voyage YA Short Story Award . the first time you kiss him it is—you swear—an accident. you don’t know what comes over you; you’ve just managed to successfully shift only your eyes for the first time and Graham is cheering and you’re so close to him and you lean across the […]

Third Place Winner of the 2020 Voyage YA Short Story Award judged by Natalia Sylvester, author of the YA novel, Running . 1. He’ll catch you by surprise, believe me. It’ll be subtle, unexpected. When he shows up at soccer tryouts your freshman year, he’ll just be a stranger, a boy you didn’t know you needed until your […]

Second Place Winner of the 2020 Voyage YA Short Story Award judged by Natalia Sylvester, author of the YA novel, Running . Some people know they can live without their hearts. At least, the people who see the world for what it really is. People who know spirits manifest in shadows, who knock twice on doorframes before […]

First Place Winner of the 2020 Voyage YA Short Story Award judged by Natalia Sylvester, author of the YA novel, Running . “Do you remember the old world?” Grammy asks me. Her bony hand is a cage around mine, squeezing too hard as she stares off the path. “We used to eat creatures like that.” She’s looking at […]

I The video game had all my attention, so I didn’t notice when my mom came into the cramped living room. “Caleb,” she finally yelled. I looked up at her and promptly heard the familiar music play on the screen, my lapse in attention causing my character to die. I sighed. “What?” I asked. “I’m […]

TW: Themes of death. When you moved to Arizona, you thought it meant you would never have to splash through another ankle-deep puddle in your life. You thought it meant blue skies and warm days year-round. But after the week you’ve had, it doesn’t really surprise you that muddy water soaks the fabric of your […]

noun: the state of being barred from one’s native country, typically for political or punitive reasons. We wrote letters home. A message in a bottle. I was six, drawing letters outside the dotted line, filling white space with my name and a link of hearts, trying to describe our house and our backyard and the […]

I run through the night. I wish I had a lamp. I wish for a map, a blanket, water. But there was no time to pack. All I have is a handful of maple sugar candies and the little book Istvan shoved into my coat before he dragged my hood up and pushed me outside, […]

I should be sitting in first period precalculus right now, filling out a unit circle or something. Instead, I’m sitting beside my grandfather behind the wheel of my father’s stolen car, bound for the Grand Canyon. My grandfather moved in last week. I can’t have said more than a total of twenty words to him […]