Poetry Contest Announcement
The City High Review is starting their annual poetry contest! This means that anyone who wants to submit their poetry can do so for the chance to be in the City High's new issue of The Review. Since our website has become fairly popular worldwide, we're allowing anyone who wishes to participate. If selected, your ...
New Contest Underway!
There's a new contest getting started in The Review, with the prompt of "What do you dream of?" Of course, if you have other writing or art, feel free to submit that as well. For the first time, we are expanding our reach beyond the school due to increased popularity on the website. Anyone who ...
By Any Other Name by Mira Bohannan Kumar
I have memories stretching back several years of seeing huge pink and white blossoms hanging on the bushes in our backyard in late spring. I once asked my mother what they were, and she told me they were peonies. That was the start of my love affair with the big, gentle flowers. I have a ...
Varis Kane, the Highborn Magus by Owen Sorenson
Prologue: Varis clashed with his master, Siviis Glynn, the Archmage of the Sun. They threw bolts of shimmering fire at each almost as if they were having a snowball fight. The bolts singed at their robes, sending a sharp smell into their noses. Varis ran to a pillar of quartz capped in gold and hid ...
Nacarat by Sam Anthony
On a rain-filled night the country road revealed to them its way those travelers that clung to hope they’d live another day. Wary went the travelers past thickets and clicking pine willed onward on that barren Earth by the stubborn human spine. They came upon a twisted house sprung from a fetid field ...
Die Hard Family Drinkers by Pablo Chavez
It ain’t a true family without any alcohol. Everyone may have had it here or there. Some party with it, Some use it to unwind, Some get shitfaced in a sorrow nightmare. Every house dedicates their ways differently. My own Mexican family has their own desires, To be in relation with such a devilish fire. ...
Blank Stories by Samantha Titus
Heartstrings pull against Your old yellow raincoat Tattered against my chest Lungs blown up Hanging above the mantel Punctured and gently framed Two lips burning A sinner’s fire crackles Smiles and frowns broken Tendons stretched out Hanging down the wall Running towards nothing.
By Any Other Name by Mira Bohannan Kumar
I have memories stretching back several years of seeing huge pink and white blossoms hanging on the bushes in our backyard in late spring. I once asked my mother what they were, and she told me they were peonies. That was the start of my love affair with the big, gentle flowers. I have a ...
A Disease of a Nation by Vivian Koester
Hate and fear of the different has diseased this country for centuries. It starts as a “phobia” or an “ism” in the cerebrum. It is a seed planted by your parents. Your peers. Our white privileged culture. It will move down your throat tightening around your windpipe and strangling you. This illness controls your speech ...
father//me by Charlie Escorcia
I’m three; my father and I live together. We don’t just share a roof; we exist and grow together. My family misinterprets my curiosity as troublemaking and non-compliance. Stay Still! Dad introduces me to puzzles, games, and books. Teach yourself, if you want to know something, research it, he says. He didn’t even finish elementary ...
