Creative Writing by Amanda Tien

Bicycles are for people who have somewhere to go and money to spend. Emilio doesn’t have either. Not yet, anyway.

Someone wins and someone loses. There are rules to each event. There is order. Control. Precision. It is summer here in the northern hemisphere, and the pools in Greece shimmer like gold. 

Heath blinked in the April sun, trying to remember why he was outside. Thrushes of the swaying plants on the starboard side of his plot of milkweed plants were being chewed to absolute bits by caterpillars. A cloud of orange and white and black butterflies swayed in heavenly arcs above him.

An awesome summer internship publication — writing a Barbie coloring book! Childhood me would’ve lost it.