Blake Miller

Male, Story, White

Untitled As a type 1 diabetic my illness is not easily noticeable to the naked eye. Besides a small amount of tubing peeking out from my shirt, it’ basically invisible. I cannot say that this disease has caused me much sacrifice. I am not inhibited in any...

Jacob Moore

Male, Story, White

A Journey Home The road growled underneath my SUV as I swiftly turned onto the off ramp at Berkeley, ignoring the dirty looks that my brother and close friend gave me while they clung to the car with white knuckles. The turn was a bit quicker than I’d intended....

Arthur Caltagirone

Male, Story, White

Untitled “Always do your best.” “Be kind and courteous to others.” “Don’t just think about yourself.” I grew up hearing moral guidelines like these all the time, particularly from my parents. One in particular that I want to...

Anonymous Slug

Asian-American, Male, Story, White

A Spoon for All While I sat, cramped and sandwiched in the multipurpose room of my college, sweating and suffocating in the stuffy late-summer heat, I wondered really how expensive comfortable chairs could be. As I waited for the presentation to begin, I thought to...

Anonymous Slug

Asian-American, Male, Story

Blindsided DEFEAT. Crimson letters assembled on my computer screen to sadistically laugh in my face. I saw, but did not feel my own limp hands slide off my keyboard and mouse. I did feel, however, the wrenching suffocation of a sudden and unexpected defeat in League...