The moments when we feel the most vulnerable and visible are when we need to speak the loudest and let ourselves be afraid.

During my composition of "Breathless", I aimed for it to be a short story. It's much easier to adapt this way, manageable to edit, it's a world captured in a few pages or less.

This story is built off of an idea have been having for a long time, I used to have dreams where I became starts and this piece help translate that majestical feeling into worlds and something I can share with the world.

One Last Shot was a piece that was inspired by my own life. It is based on my true feelings and experiences. This piece is a great example of a Personal Narrative that conveys my own thoughts and how I play basketball.

Writing about important and true-to-life issues has always been important to me. In past years I would write a good mix between unrealistic and unfortunately realistic, but this year I've focused on the unfortunate a lot more often.

Whenever I get bored or feel upset, I go on my laptop and let my imagination write away.

A ”Glimpse Of Hope” is a letter written by a girl to her mother. The letter has to do with a girl's mental health and how she fights her demons when she is inspired by her mother. I was inspired to write this because I wanted to show readers that even in the dark there is always light.

My piece is made up of observations I made about how the world looks in the rain. I took those observations and added references to what it's like to not know yourself and your reflection.

This is a poem I wrote a bit earlier this year during a time that was incredibly hard for me. It was a way for me to reflect on what I had been going through and the things I had been feeling and hopefully realize that the pain and futility in my actions weren’t worth any outcome that could come of them.

My poem is almost like a metaphor reflecting on how the bright spirit of a child changed so fast, burning out like the sun eventually will. Tired of trying and ready to give up.

My short story was inspired by my mom and some of the experiences she has detailed to me throughout my life about my older sister, the abusive relationship she had with my sister's father, and the struggles she went through with leaving him.

This is a piece of writing that I began in seventh grade and finished my senior year of high school. It was the first piece of my writing that other people - family members and friends - were genuinely moved by and compelled to share.

I've included three poems, "Conditional Love Poem," "Stars 11/8," and "Dysphoria's Late Night Diary." All three poems are about dysphoria, specifically gender dysphoria, and were all originally journal entries created as a way for me to try to express what I was feeling, since it is easier to explain it through metaphors and ideas rather than simple terms.

I wrote this piece about my personal experience with the male gaze and the toll it takes on many people who were socialized as female.

One thing I pride myself on in my writing is writing about real experiences. I put hours of effort into making sure my characters and their dialogue are real, and that everyone can find reliability in my writing.

META is the beginning of a screenplay I started as my humble love letter to fantasy, trope and humanity. It was borne from my desire to tell a story about a character escaping her fate as the "woman in the fridge," a trope in which people (usually women) die for the sake of male character development.

The poem in the submission explores the theme of tangible nostalgia, recalling various objects and experiences from my childhood.

I wrote this piece responding to a prompt for one of my college applications and it turned into something I’m really proud of. The prompt was “Write a short film script about two different people getting stuck on an elevator during New Years Eve.”

Poetry was how I processed this traumatic experience; I tried to tread lightly with my words out of respect for possible triggers for readers, but also tried to evoke the extreme discomfort I felt during my experience.

Upon starting this piece, I wanted to write about the mental toll that torture, or prolonged repetition, has on the human mind. How do our senses of self “erode” when we are pushed to madness? In this piece, a man who claims to love his family, to do anything for them, is subjected to Chinese Water Torture by an unnamed, un-recognized figure.