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Myriads of Rainbows
“Hello, horrible children,” my aunt says, shouting from the front door. “Be down in a second!” I yell as loudly as I can, sending my sound waves rippling through my door, curling downstairs, and crashing into my mum and aunt.
Salty and Sweet
The ideal chocolate cake melts on my tongue even before my lips close over the fudgy sponge. It’s the mixture of salty and sweet. Those who think chocolate cake shouldn’t be both salty and sweet are wrong.
My Friend, Bella
If you remembered something so bizarre like needing to brush your teeth after getting popcorn stuck between them, then wouldn’t you call that a memory? A memory, meaning it happened. Definitely. Bella is a memory.
Meant To Be - Part I
Celia Thomas - Present May 1st, 1986, Thursday Erika and I crammed into the lift, between men in iron-pressed suits, who smelt of coffee. I fiddled with the hem of my pinstriped skirt that matched my oversized blazer. Erika had on a similar combo, but hers was navy. The mandatory skirt or dress rule never seemed to bother her. She liked the way they made her legs look longer.
Naked in the Hay
What would you do if your world went silent? I learnt too quickly what my answer was. It had been three years since the Surce blew through my town. It wiped all possible sounds from existence, leaving me as a survivor, people who were left behind but were separated. The only sounds I could hear were the whistles and ticks of my own voice and movements.
Best Road Trip Found Drinks (UT, CO, NV edition)
Ever wonder what brands of Kombucha, bottled Cold Brew, Coconut Water and more are the best to find at the gas stations on your next great American roadtrip?? This blog will outline our ratings for the top bottled drinks to get while you’re refuelling your car!
We are NOT alone
I did not fit in. I am not someone who blends in with the crowd easily. My personality exudes eccentricity. I’m nerdy, love art, and fangirl over books. Younger me tried as hard as she could to fit in. But standing before my middle school mirror smudged and scratched with vandalism, I hated what I saw. And I wanted control; it was my high.
Live Your Own Creativity
I've always wondered if there were a job that would combine all my passions into one calling: art, writing, and yoga. The obvious one would be a picture book or a comic book about yoga. But both unfortunately and fortunately for me, I have never been one to pick the obvious route. And most of the time, the hobbies that I love to do often combine at most two out of three of my enjoyments.