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 comes out January 24, 2020.  Deadline for submissions is January 17, 2020. Please read our submission guidelines before submitting.

Selected for You're Write

Ocean waves have crossed this shore,
Lonely seas surround it,
Footprints marr its watchful ground,
Water brushes softly.

Waves are roaring,
Tossing spray,
In and out with the tides,
The waves dance in the sun.

The water rises,
Covering footprints,

I’m in the dark with music playing quietly when I hear the distinctive call of a car horn. For a second I don’t want to respond. I just want to stay in the dark and not look at anything. But I know that horn, and I know its owner as well. That knowledge is enough to stir me to action, albeit slowly. I pull myself up from my trench of self-pity and quietly leave my room, also leaving the turntable running on its endless spinning journey.

Downstairs I can hear the TV, but nothing else. She must be asleep by now. I think for a second about going in to see if she is, but I know better than to punish myself further. If she’s asleep, leave her. If she’s awake, leave her. There's no difference either way.

The air outside is humid. I can feel the moisture coalesce on the skin between my fingers. Macy is leaning against the hood of her convertible, checking her nails. She looks at me and sighs.

“What was it this time?” She asks indifferently. “Bach or Handel?”

I look at her with a passive expression. “Mozart."

“Mmm-hmm.” She nods at the vehicle. “Get in the car. Let’s drive, and you can talk it over.”

Like oil paint, you set into my soul
Blending in with all of my quirks and casualties
You were there in bright colors
With galaxies in your eyes
and wind in your hair
Eyes that shine brighter than the sun
You were more than a simple simile
For you could not be described with words
You were beyond the human mind

We’re tranquil during the storm
Cornered in chaos
And coated in grime from
Depths where sea meets land.

In crisis we sing
Our hearts high, souls sought
If you listen close enough
You can hear our ocean calls.


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