I want to tell you a story.
Nicole Chung is the former managing editor of the Toast and is currently a contributing editor for Catapult.
Art is an essential part of our existence; it enriches our lives and opens our minds. So what do you do when it becomes a source of unhappiness?
April is the hardest month of the year for me. Repressed trauma banging on the door of my conscious, demanding to be let out is one of the reasons my most intense depressive episodes come up during this part of the year.
I open my eyes to sunlight streaming through the crack in the curtains and roll over sleepily to check the time on my phone. 10.38. I stare at the number for a second, then my heart drops.
My life is not an easy one for just anyone to live. This is not just me grasping for attention; the same thing can be said about anyone else’s life.
The tyrannical heat of the summer wafted through Eden’s windows and seeped into her bed sheets. She felt the adherence of the silk on her legs and little trails of sweat raced across her neck, mingling the aromatic smell of her hair with a salty sharpness.
Many times, I encounter the question, What would your superpower be? My answer constantly changes. However, each time, I can’t help but remember my first answer: to be invisible.
Act 1. She recited her lines like a seasoned musician would strum their guitar. A familiar song, speaking to the audience before her in a melody known only to those with the score.
Elizabeth Minkel writes a regular column on fan culture for the New Statesman, and she’s on staff at The Millions.
An apology. All I really wanted was an apology, any sort of acknowledgement that you see what you did wrong to me.
you think I’m on my knees but I am not on my knees every step is preparation muscles slowly locking into place beneath bruised skin