Some Girls Do by Jennifer Dugan

Let’s just admit it—high school was hell. And if it wasn’t, I’m so happy for you. But for most of us, high school was a confusing time because we were trying to figure out who we were. And this novel definitely takes you back to that time.  Yet it isn’t some blast from the past. Despite how advanced the human race has become, we still face intolerance, bigotry, and suppression of self. And this book Read more…

Interview with Adelle Young

by Anna Chalmers Yeung has always been a storyteller in some capacity, whether it was through theatre, animation, voice work, or other creative projects. Like the majority of us lucky people in the thick of a global pandemic, fantasy novelist Adelle Yeung is stuck in some sort of limbo.  “I am represented by a literary agent now, so I have some know-how on what the process to traditional publication is like, even if I don’t Read more…

Interviews with EmersonWRITES Instructors

EmersonWRITES is a free, college-style creative writing program offered to Greater Boston students in grades eight through twelve, taught by current Emerson MA and MFA students. EmersonWRITES fosters individual voices and empowerment through written words, access to opportunities, and self-representation. EmersonWRITES was also featured in this summer’s issue of Community Literacy Journal with a mini-anthology of student work in “Persistence and Creativity: EmersonWRITES Celebrates 11 Years with Young Poets and Writers of Boston.” Due to Read more…

An Interview with James May

I had the pleasure of interviewing James L. May, a historical fiction writer who just recently published his very first novel, The Body Outside the Kremlin, this year. I actually got a chance to meet James at a wedding a little more than a year back, and we talked about his book while it was still in the final stages of publication. He was so excited about his publisher spending the extra dough on getting Read more…

Flash Fiction Winner: Face Thieves ⚡️

by Tim O’Neal Dear Kathleen, My time is short. The worst has happened; I’ve become one of the faceless.  You’ve seen them on the street—a crusty mass of brown musculature all that’s left of their old visages, hollowed-out eye sockets staring, gristly caverns of absent noses leering.  We, the faceless, are all victims of the Thieves, who mysteriously appeared during the aughts. While the world was panicking about Y2K, fearing computer malfunctions would bring the Read more…