We’re very proud to publish this story by Maia Thomlinson, which won the grand prize of $300 in the 2016 Spring Writing Contest with wordhaus literary magazine.
Run. Run. Run.
As light bleeds into this endless plane, I run towards the rising sun.
I run from destruction, from my own pounding heart. Gun shots fire. Still, I run.
Pressed tight up against my chest, my baby brother whimpers. The tall grass grabs for his tiny, bare feet, and I clutch him tighter still. This precious cargo is all I have left; no more family, no village, no home.







