ONLINE YOUTH LITERARY MAGAZINE

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Dear Readers and Contributors,

 

I would like to take the opportunity to personally thank you all for the continuous love and support, especially through the pandemic. In just under 6 months, we’ve come so far; the magazine has been featured on Publish YOUth Writing and Poets & Writers, and the editorial team reached a whooping milestone of 100+ Advice Articles written! As we continue grow our global outreach, we’ve published over 280 creators from 25 U.S. States, 25 countries, and 6 continents across the world! 

 

It’s been a pleasure growing this community over the past three years, so I know I speak for the entire editorial board when I say we hold this magazine and our contributors close to our heart. It takes a tremendous amount of research and effort to manage the magazine, which is why we're so thankful for all of your support. We encourage you to share our publications and Advice Articles to help our other young creators who may be interested in pursuing their craft.

 

Cheers,

Lori Khadse

Founder, Nonfiction Editor in Chief

The Elysian Muse Youth Literary Magazine

Photography by Safia Henniche, 16, Boston

Editors' Choice Works

 

Time

Written by Saanvi Sundaram

 

Time
It is infinite
Endless


But, it’s not


No-
Time keeps running out
We chase after it, panting and heaving, but never slowing down
Because what will happen if time leaves us behind?
What will happen if we stop chasing the one thing that keeps us sane, keeps us alive?
That,
I do not know
I do know


Sometimes, time leaves us behind
But not really


No-
Sometimes, we are able to hold onto the time
Restraining it from flying away again


Time is impatient
It taps its foot constantly, irritating us to the point of insanity
It stares at us, while we grasp on to it like our lives depend on time not moving away
Because it does
Our life depends on it not running away
But no matter what we try
Time will always try to leave us behind


So, we hold on
We cling to the thin threads that try to escape our calloused hands
The hands dried and hardened from constantly tripping over our own feet
Falling to the dirt and soil that infiltrate our bodies and minds
But we dust it off


Not that the scar ever disappears


But honey,
Time spent with you is priceless
Time spent with you makes life feel happy again
So can we?
Can we spend time?
Watching the sunset from the cliff of the hill

And let the moments pass
Let the time leave us behind?

 

 

 

 

Saanvi Sundaram is a fourteen-year-old girl from India. She enjoys writing, and music, and often finds herself passing time by simply sitting at her piano, ukulele in her hand and notebook on the stand. She is quite introverted, speaking up on rare occasions, but when she does, she babbles like there's no tomorrow. She runs her own blog, works as the chief editor for her school newspaper, and has been published in local newspapers and other literary magazines.