Welcome to The Canvas, a creative competition where our amazing design team creates a prompt for students of William Clarke to respond to and...

The forest was a peaceful place. In the mornings it was cool, and a thick mist hung over the trees like a spiderweb. A low hum of life pulsated...

“Zeus planted a killing doom within us both, / so even for generations still unborn / we will live in song" (Helen, The Iliad, 6.423-426). The...

This article was originally published by Cape Fear Voices/Teen Scene. It has been republished with permission as part of We Are’s international...

To sit unbothered, on another cold grey morning in the city, to watch the rain patter on the grey umbrellas of the grey humans that present them,...

The piercing stares burn through my blue scrubs, stained wine red. I try to un-hear the wailing ambulance and crying families, un-see the nurses...