by DOREY COOTE (Canada)
It is not pleasant to be torn between two worlds you love.
I know what it feels like.
by AVA REITMAIER STONE (Canada)
Everything we know about ourselves is relayed by sources outside of us.
by VIVIAN ZHI (Canada)
My words can be a sense of comfort, a feeling of being understood, a thought, an awakening.
by NAZEEFA AHMED (Canada)
Mathematics: prove me
with your trig identities
by AMY NAM (Canada)
As early as nine years old, I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, poking and prodding at the skin above my eyes to create double eyelids.
by AALIYAH JALEEL (Canada)
That sun-kissed evening in 1914
by KOBY CHEN (Canada)
When my mother and father had left for the west, they brought few things with them.
by SHERRY SHU (Canada)
He scuttled furiously from beneath the undergrowth, pausing every few seconds to catch his breath.
by OTTAVIA PALUCH (Canada)
But not as quickly as water.
by MAYA LINSLEY (Canada)
I found love in the plastic heart of a run-down souvenir shop. Sweat had dried in a sticky landscape across my back, and I was out of breath from the sheer force of the midday sun, and I was standing in between . . .
by ISABEL ALTAMIRANO (Canada)
"Vente, mi amor, help me with dinner." I bound over to the kitchen, shooting a full-brace grin up at my abuela. She chuckled, patting me on the back, and led me to the counter.
"Here is the recipe", she said, waving to an ancient book . . .