Red!

By Patrik Moltzen

Fallen leaves crunched under a blue stroller. In it rested a one-year-old child. Sunlight seeped through the gaps in the canopy of leaves.

By Tak Woo

I was taking a walk in the park when I saw him. I had run out of ideas of what to write for my upcoming poem due in 2 days for a submission to the New Yorker magazine,

By Kexin Qiu

You and I are in a sterile white room, empty except the two of us. The ceiling is tall, and the room is wide.

By Sophie Zhang

There is a grey room with grey walls and grey curtains. Mint green, but grey all the same. Grey with excessive sweat, grime, and taints from all over.