You're Write Online Zine
Calling all teens ages 13-17: share your writing in our online zine, You're Write
Anyone from the age of 13 to the age of 17 is welcome to submit short stories, poems, and creative nonfiction via the submission form. We will select and post work on a quarterly basis, with new issues going up in January, April, July, and October. We'll let you know if your work has been selected within a month of your submission date.
 
Please read our submission guidelines before submitting.
 
NEXT ISSUE (Fall) comes out January 19, 2017.
DEADLINE for submissions is January 12, 2017.
 
Please enjoy the selections for our latest issue below.

When I was knee high, you came into my life.
We use to laugh and play, you know, have a good time.
Now I'm to your shoulder standing independently.
We aren't as close as we use to be.

When I rapped on Mom’s door, I had no idea that today would be so memorable.

“Mooooommmmm? May we ride Lucy?” I holler. I slump back against the door, hearing dishes clinking in the sink.

“Shhhh!” I wail to my siblings, “I can’t hear!” Then back to Mom, “What did you say?”

“Yes… Just be careful.”

“Okay! Thanks Mom!”

I turn and happily run down the hallway, with the clump-clump of my boots accompanying me. Once outside, I shout “Maaaadieeeee,” as loud as I can.

“What?” She calls back, the sound of her voice echoing off the mountain.

I holler back. “I’m riding Lucy, wanna come?”

“Sure! I’ll be there in a few seconds!”

I stopped in the middle of a busy sidewalk as people flowed past me. They jostled my lean frame around, nearly pushing me to the ground, but I was adamant. I wasn’t going anywhere until I figured out who was stalking me.

“Move, boy!” One man growled as he knocked into me.

“Go around,” I growled back.

There are pieces of you lingering in every crevice of my being, and people say that time heals everything, but time; time does not heal you. Like the deepest ocean you are the deepest scar on my soul, and as many times as you have left you have returned.

I absolutely hate numbers. I hate math, too. Numbers describe my whole life. They're how I think, how I choose to be, and what I am. They are the test scores I receive, how many people I've liked and how many I've dated.

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