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 (Summer) comes out July 26.  Deadline for submissions is July 19, 2019. Please read our submission guidelines before submitting.

Selected for You're Write

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,

I sighed in satisfaction as I stepped off the big white bus, which was
parked in front of a University of the Cumberlands dormitory in
Williamsburg, Kentucky. It had been an hour-long trip from Knoxville
(with only a 45-minute dinner break in between) to Williamsburg.

The high school boys were instructed to unload the girl's bags from
the trunk compartment of the bus. They formed a line, and handed each
Vera Bradley duffel bag down until the line ended, where the person on
the end would (literally) throw it to the ground.

After a while, the kid at the front of the line pulled out a huge
maroon suitcase. "Whose is this? What's in here, a 50 pound weight?"

I'm sure that I seem crazy. I probably seem like I belong in a mental institute, but I can't bring myself to care. Not in this situation with the creepy, mysterious boy, Jason, sitting next to me. I can't even focus on Mr. Brown, the biology teacher. I have heard rumors about Jason. People say he came from juvenile detention. Others say he was raised on the streets. Some people believe he’s a serial killer. I honestly don't know what to believe, but I get a weird feeling about him.

"Do you understand anything he is saying?" I ask him. Maybe I can get some information about his past.

"Yes, we are supposed to be getting to know each other," He responds. "So let me guess, you keep to yourself, you have a few good friends but aren't popular, you are artistic, and prefer the 'lived in' style but keep yourself very clean and organized." He says. I stare at him shocked.

" do you know this about me?" I ask.


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