Gemma had never been fond of grocery stores. They were messy, crowded, and overwhelming places which brought people in droves only out of...

Flushy pink cheeks and wrinkled toes peek through iridescent and fragile bubbles Perching on her nose, her belly, her breasts, her knees...

Two hundred and seventy three stone steps Cut into a curving path up The side of the mountain With rich, verdant weeds and Violet, bell...

The following is a piece I wrote for a creative writing class at UC Berkeley in the Spring of 2016. It had been raining for a week; the...

In a community that is constantly changing and chasing the new, it is exciting to see visual novels fighting for their place in the ranks...