You're Write Online Zine
Calling all teens ages 13-17: share your writing in our online zine, You're Write

Submit your writing

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.

Next issue (Winter) comes out January 18.  Deadline for submissions is January 11, 2019. Please read our submission guidelines before submitting.

Selected for You're Write

As kids we ran and played in the rocky yard and worn down street

We ran around to and fro the lovely, tiny old creek

The blackberries grew long the fence and warned us not to touch

For the barbs on the fence and the thorns on the bush would surely hurt us a bunch

But the seasons changed and the years flew by making things change so greatly

Now here I am, older and wiser, but broken, broken, and breaking

Emily had been called a bookworm in school. It didn't bother her much since it was true. She loved books; in fact, she choose a paper-and-ink book over all the E-books that she saw people using at her school all the time. So, it was no surprise that she was heartbroken when the mayor announced that her local library was going to be torn down.

Now, Emily sat curled up in her bed, looking out the window of her bedroom, angrily watching people walking up and down the sunny streets reading articles and novels on their phones. She glanced at her own phone, then at her small bookshelf. Emily knew that reading off some glowing screen would never be the same as reading a book, and that she had already read the books in the house a thousands times. She put her head in her hands and stayed like that for what seemed like hours.

Then, suddenly, she jumped out of her bed and yelled," The main characters of books never give up when the going gets tough, so I won't either!"

Ode to books and all your pages.
Your words that fill up every inch of my life.
Words that come alive on the page before my eyes and put me in a hypnotic trance that will only be broken when the story ends.
Descriptions that transport you to far away places.
Places where we not only lose ourselves, but find ourselves.
Some would say an e-book does this as other would say "Why read the book when you can watch the movie?"

It'd been a normal day at my high school. But there was a underlying feeling of regret and nervousness, which I will admit, concerned me some. But no matter, I'd get to see my boyfriend, right? Yeah, he said he wanted to talk after school.

Well, as I walked out there and saw him, I noticed something was off. His eyes weren't the bright brown I usually saw, the brightness was dimmed. I said hello and hugged him. He said, "Where do you see us in 2 years?"

I'm hiding in the past,
Not wanting to face the future.
I'm lying alone on starlight shores,
Or maybe I'm the starlight itself.

I'm seeking the only one,

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