Writing

the rat chases me

it follows my every step

it stalks my every breath

the rat bites my ankles when i'm not looking

it makes me bleed

i cry in pain

Congratulations to Goldenrose, the January 2026 award winner in YWP's monthly Tomorrow Project contest!

The ominous clouds meandered in the sky, lightning electrocuting the air while Philip grimaced on his bed– or soon to be deathbed.

“Roger that– I’ll meet you there to discuss the suspects” buzzed Officer Spormore’s voice through my walkie-talkie as I sat down in the meeting room in the police station.

There's a kind of love

And it's like hide and seek

An endless chase

Of shadows with flowing hair

Whispers of names and delighted laughter

Out of sight, whistling around you

it had seemed almost magical that evening.

twinkle lights strung up around, 

affixed to the wooden fences surrounding, 

holding us in.