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Theme: What is Legacy
It is what connects all parts of time: the past into the present and onward, extending through the future. It is an essential component of what we remember from the past, and of what continues to shape the events of history long after we are gone.
Concerning the past, how have lasting traditions impacted you? What ideas have been passed down through the ages, and how will these influences continue to persist into the time ahead? The concept of the future also arrives hand in hand with impermanence. What will remain of us? Will our actions leave a lasting impact on the world?
However, most of all, Legacy is a mark of the individual, YOU, who can choose how you want your legacy to be, as Legacy is also the bringer of choice and change. Instead of defining what legacy is, it matters more what it can be, what it has the potential to grow into, and that is a power that remains with you, our powerful teen voices.
Tell us your stories, bring us your visions, and share your Legacy with us.
Finally, the portion about the teen application should read: Young Adult Submission Committee
Do you want to be a part of a young adult group selecting what goes in elementia? If you are in grades 9-12 and are interested in writing or graphic design, we encourage you to join our group. Applications are available beginning May 12th. Have questions about the committee? Email elementia.
elementia is a literary arts magazine published to represent and uplift young adults. We accept original poetry, fiction, nonfiction, graphic stories, photography and illustrations.
Read a sample of the latest issue
The Doctor's Appointment
By Sumlina AlamMy feet bounced as I waited in the dimly lit examination room. The dark curtains blocked out any hints of sunlight, the only light source being the single fluorescent lamp standing in the center of the room.
the sun and i
By Arielle LiShe was the epitome of fragile beauty: lips slightly parted, rosy flush tinting the apples of her cheeks, raven hair framing her face. I knelt there, holding her wrist, touching the papery skin that shielded her blue-green veins. A ball of unshakeable guilt weighed down my chest.