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In one of these redactions, you create, “Cut me down the middle and turn me inside out, look at the inside of my skin my shoulders tattooed in blue black ink these words, not truth, cut into new shapes” (140). Yet, in a way, these words are truth. This different way of seeing, this erasing, this inking-out — you choose the redaction synonym — is a way of cutting away to reveal the hearts, plural, of a story. It might even be the strongest form of truth-telling.

Dear Melissa Fraterrigo, I am a chronic — albeit, attempting to recover — people pleaser. From the ages of 18 to 21, I found myself becoming...

A comic review of Let Me Count the Ways

Dear Hasanthika Sirisena, From the opening essay of Dark Tourist, I felt the way I did the first time I played Bloody Mary in the...

Dear Matthew Salesses, Thank you for writing, Craft In The Real World. It’s one of the most important books I’ve read in quite some time....

Dear Ms. Hong, Thank you for your ingratitude. Thank you for the elegance of your anger. You have elucidated this anger, which remains in many...

Dear Ms. Rekdal, Thank you for the intellectual sensitivity with which you probe the question of cultural appropriation in Appropriate. It’s incredibly easy for me,...

Sweet is thrilled to announce its fourth annual Flash Essay Contest. Broadly speaking, we appreciate a close attention to language and a quirky sense of humor,...

We are temporarily closing Creative Nonfiction submissions while we catch up on all the amazing submissions we have received. Keep writing and we'll...

Each week we will be connecting with our contributors showing where they have been, where they are now, and what’s up for the future. Name:...