nonfiction

Combing Through Jellyfish | Rebecca Rowe

Knowing myself is knowing the spaces I came to be and the people I have come to reflect.

Combing Through Jellyfish | Rebecca RoweUnearthed Administrator2024-04-26T13:31:15+00:00

I never expected beekeeping to bring forth such questions of morality and introspection.

The Apiary | Christopher GoetzUnearthed Administrator2024-04-26T13:31:00+00:00

And somehow, we have still managed to place ourselves at the center of discovering a new form of communication.

The Incredible Talking Tree by Meghan MorralUnearthed Administrator2022-06-06T14:43:07+00:00

I find myself lost, craving and consumed. I’m caught in the middle of every memory, and every what-if.

A Facade by Jennifer WybierackiUnearthed Administrator2022-06-06T14:44:41+00:00

Theater was the one thing I knew I was good at, and it felt like the door to my precious community had been slammed in my face.

Defining Hamburg by Rainn AndersonUnearthed Administrator2022-06-06T14:45:54+00:00

I feel as though the beach itself does not really have a set level of energy, but rather it is reflective of what we feel at the time.

Two Short Nonfictions by Benjamin Van GouldUnearthed Administrator2022-06-06T14:48:46+00:00

As the scent of the black bean sauce begins to spread throughout my house, I watch my mother intently

Manje Lakay by Anthonyne MetelusUnearthed Administrator2022-01-03T15:58:10+00:00

But being a competent young adult with basic observation and analytical skills, I can make some deductions

Gen Z and the Climate Crisis by Maggie L. O’BrienUnearthed Administrator2022-01-06T20:41:43+00:00

Yet the yearning I felt for this place, full of light and laughter, did not last forever.

Homecoming by Asia FrantzUnearthed Administrator2022-01-03T14:44:03+00:00

It's been over a year since he died, and I have not thought about him as much as I thought I would.

Grieving Through Plants by Lindsay EberhartUnearthed Administrator2021-05-28T13:13:24+00:00