This is the winning selection from the Sad Girl Diaries Winter 2024 Fiction & Nonfiction Contest. trigger warning: self-harm, disordered...

“You will find every day, that the gable of every house has its own particular look, its own special lighting.”  Herman Hesse’s 1905...

Your mind-fuck questions demand answers without sourcing the heart’s own database, bypassing what you really want to know. Is your chess...

“Folks, this is the captain speaking.  We are beginning our descent into the Warsaw Frederic Chopin Airport.  Please return tray tables...

Instagram thinks I'm still pregnant strollers stretch mark creams leggings that grow as your belly expands spend your money on that which...

I remember the exact moment she asked me like it was yesterday: the white button down shirt and red lipstick and the velvety texture of...

By noon I am done. I take the picture to her, up the stairs, past the living room, through the sleeping alligators, and she shakes her...

5am and the broken strap of a white dress it’s ghost pain hanging at the Tropicana chest pain in a white line with a bald dealer I was...

Head lolled to the side like a dog. Sweetly pollenated air on a nature walk. He picks up a feather and says, like this one? A book told...

There are things my mother didn’t tell Abby. She didn’t write about my sister or the nanny. She didn’t mention the night light or my...

The hospital takes on a peaceful quiet after dark, especially on Sundays. If it is one of the few times when there are no pending...

After Berlinde de Bruyckere the way we hang together, limp as a pair of bloodied antlers, anxiety bodied-out. he is a growth of ribs...