JJ Morgan ACT 1: “I’VE BECOME A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION”INT. AMERICAN FORK CANYON, UT—OCT. 15, 2024JJ, age 21. A young woman attending Brigham Young University,working towards a BA in the art program. She has struggled withher mental health for many years, but not like this.WORM, the whisperer. The doubter. The antagonist. He at-tempts to…

Mairi Aslin March 27, 2024: “Dear God, I think I have found my favorite way to talk to you, and I hope you don’t mind.”On the Sundays that I actually make it to church, I write toGod. God and I have talked about a lot of things over thepast couple years of sacrament meetings. I’ve…

Christi Leman 1. Premortal LifeIt’s my second day thru-hiking the John Muir Way (JMW)from the west coast of Scotland to the east. There are eighteenmiles to walk today before I can stop for the night in a villagecalled Strathblane. I’m forty-five years old, and my husband andteenage children are back home in Utah. I’ve never…

Samantha Sorenson Four years ago, my father spontaneously moved across the country. Which was a good thing, for me and my sister anyway. But a few months ago, I found myself thinking of him. I worried that he would show up in his local obit pages, nearly anonymous in the community, and I felt guilty.…

Molly Chadwick Dear Sister Poe Ei, Do you remember that day when we were riding our bikes back from Chiang Mai University? It was a typical Thai-land summer afternoon: unbelievably hot and humid. Steady streams of sweat flowed down our foreheads, cars honked, and motorcyclists swirled around us. At one point during our bike ride,…

Olivia Flynn It’s October and we’re bored. I’m at my friend’s house, and she suggests a game. That’s how I find myself blindfolded on a stool in the kitchen while she rummages through the fridge for something to feed me. There’s sinister potential here—wilted lettuce and Worcestershire sauce, mustard, milk, something expired. I hope my…