Brianna Scarlata
Stories (2/0)
Pay It Forward.
Children crying, parents yelling, horns blasting— it all sounded so loud to Adam as he walked through the streets of his busy neighborhood. All he wanted to do was get the hottest cup coffee in the most quiet of shops so he could potentially try to rid himself of his hangover. Driving seemed unnecessary, and like a bad idea with how heavy his head was feeling, and with the mere six blocks he had to walk to reach his destination. He knew that getting as drunk as he had the night prior was not the brightest idea, but after having the worst fight with his girlfriend, he didn’t care. His pals had peer pressured him into going out with them so that he could rid himself of his negative thoughts, but after the night wore off, and his friends were gone all he had was negative thoughts with the additive of hangover misery.
By Brianna Scarlata3 years ago in Humans
Dear Donald Trump,
Dear Donald Trump, As a person that has never once cared for the particulars of politics, never spoke of it, never even thought of it, my distaste for you says more than perhaps someone that is heavily involved in the topic. Seven of my 25 years on this planet mattered when it came to selecting the President and other government officials, and I didn't dare once register my name to vote. I didn't care, my voice couldn't possibly have made a difference. To be completely honest with you, I still don't think that it would have, but what I have seen over the last four years is undeniably inexcusable, bizarre, and equally as frightening.
By Brianna Scarlata3 years ago in The Swamp