The War That Almost Ended Humanity
I woke up; it's 6:30am, at least I think it was. Looking around at the cold leaded walls encasing me in this metal egg, I slowly puttered over to the ladder and make my way up. I pushed the lid away and emerged out of the ground in time to watch the last segment of the sunrise. The horizon seemed a million miles away and there was nothing between except a graveyard of trees and carcasses.
The Three Choices
I am in a weird crux of my life. The opportunities are abounding; I have accomplished nothing but a mere educational stepping stone towards any and all of my potential paths. But I can't decide which one to go down. Part of me feels like I might pick wrong and end up failing. I can't fail, especially not after all it took to get to this point. The other part of me feels like I'm shutting out all of the other options once I decide what path to go down and I don't like being limited. Then the last part of me in this holy trinity of confusion and stress wonders what would happen if I just turn around and choose another path, one that noone would expect, that isn't as obvious or clearly delineated based on where I've travelled up to now. It's all so frustrating and whimsical and wonderful in an angering way. I take a walk and find myself in an empty park. I look up the flagpole, the bright red maple leaf waving back and forth in the wind of the summer day.
Around the World in 60(÷10) Skewers
I've got food on a stick from every continent, barring Antarctica because I'm not trying to become a frozen meat stick myself. There are many ways to make these skewers and many countries adapt them in their own forms and to that, I give a framework of ingredients to which grilling preference and sauce mixtures become yours to create. You can transport your taste palate anywhere in the world from the comfort of your home with these delectable street food swords. So, without further ado, en garde!
People May Not Want to Read What I Want to Say
Yes, that title is correct and before you say anything, yes, I did read the rules and regulations and any fine print and white ink. Hear me out before you adjourn with, "This girl's lost the whole damn plot!". I started out on Vocal as someone who hadn't spent a day of her life doing voluntary writing. I started because of an ad detailing the Goodbye Donald writing competition and as a young Canadian who shows the same level and attitude of engagement in US politics as I did Schitt's Creek (great show, FYI), I definitely wanted to share my two cents. I continued writing on Vocal because I enjoyed having incentivized prompts to inspire me to write (for pretense: I am a giant science nerd, sadly not the biggest free-flowing, creative mind). I wanted to start finding something I like to write about that I can really get into. For the past few weeks, I took a break from checking out stories and thinking up ideas for my internet literature because I decided to talk to humans (I know, yikes). To make matters worse, not even humans I know, just humans around me: coffee-drinkers, subway-surfers, puddle-hoppers, grocery-shoppers, the whole funky bunch. Now for anyone who knows me, I'm not one to initiate random conversation; I've never been the one who got to know the mail man or who had a regular barista or even the one who said the cheeky "hey, how you doing?" to the people boarding the same elevator as me. I'm the one with the earbuds damn near stapled to my ears with a constant stream of music playing until I reach my destination, find a familiar face, or am interrupted by someone who is the aforementioned random conversation initiator.
This Sounds Like Music to My Gay Ears
In the words of the iconic Diana Ross, "I'm coming out!"...with the GAYEST playlist, not just in the LGBTQIA+ sense, but also in the happy sense of the word. It is 10 songs that anyone can jam out to celebrate and embrace love, happiness, and fun the way these artists have. It's time to celebrate Pride and though it's symbolically the month of June, I'll be partying 12 months of the year from between my earbuds.
Feely Tunes for an Existential Cocoon: Be the Main Character of My Teenage Angst
I enjoy songs that are tangled with melancholy, nihilism, ire, and pain; I always have. When I listen to them now, I'm just going about my day with wonderfully mastered, beautifully sung background music, but adolescent me hung onto every word, lived in the acoustics, and embraced the emotions. I felt like they were speaking right to me; the music was narrating my life. I was never the social animal in high school, nor was I the bookworm or jock or artsy type. I was just a subtle blend of just a smidge of everything which seemed to amount to having many friends but none too close. It was basically being an un-lonely loner. Having everyone at arm's length was a bittersweet thing; it suited my weirdly borderline ambivert personality because no one else seemed to be like me (I know, I KNOW, how cliché), but it made me question whether I'd ever have a close circle of people around me. I was always very introspective, thinking about how my life as it is, a precursor to a young adult, is all I know, the most important thing to me, and yet there are also so many more years ahead of me that seemed to be an endless road with no direction in sight. My mind felt so unruly and unclear that it was like the static on an old box TV. I walked down the hallways of my high school, rode the bus to and fro, and perused the aisles of the grocery store and the library blasting my playlist and blocking out the world around me. From me, my oversized hoodie, skinny jeans, high-top sneakers, earbuds, and 4th gen iPod Touch to you - let's relive my teen angst.
Elastic, Plastic, and Fantastic: The Chronicles of Lycra, Nylon, and Vinyl
Being green is so in right now and always has been - that's why fashion trends are constantly being recycled. Duh! We start to see the bell sleeves swaying and before you can say the words 'skinny legend', we got the mile high waisted jeans back. Me, I'm not too fashionably inclined per se, but I do admire those who are. To the people who can pull off the thrifty layered looks or the retro-goth appeal: kudos to you because I want to be like that. I want something that looks like it's been put together by someone who knows what they're doing but also defines my effort levels which are essentially rocketed into the ground.
Take a Deep Breath
Alyssa woke up to the sound of wind blowing through the newly burgeoning buds of the trees coming out of winter hibernation. Sitting on the edge of my bed, she looked out the window of her ground floor bedroom to see the sun-kissed dew drops glistening on the grass and the jaunty squirrels and birds collecting their morning meal.