Snapple Elements Are Back—But They Are Not the Same
Back in 1999, the popular tea and juice brand Snapple introduced a new line of flavors that would become immortalized in Millennials’ memories forever—Snapple Elements. This line of beverages came in uniquely shaped glass bottles and featured over a dozen flavors, all with names like Fire, Meteor, and Voltage. One of the most popular flavors was Rain, a mix of agave, prickly pear, and white grape. Rain was my favorite—I can still remember it, an ambrosial taste with no equal. When Snapple retired the Elements line, many people, myself included, mourned their loss. This year, however, over two decades since Elements was first released, Snapple has brought them back. But are they the same?
Eustace Holder’s Paranormal Detective Agency
“You want me to interrogate the owl?” Eustace sighed at Jason’s question. “Unless you have some heretofore unrevealed magical ability to converse with fauna, then I highly doubt you’ll be capable of performing such an action.” Most things Eustace said came off as pompous due to his posh English accent, but this time it sounded particularly pompous, even for him.
As Mara descended the stairs into darkness, she felt nothing. She had felt nothing for a long time. The night Lord Erebus had attacked her village, killing her parents and kidnapping her sister, Wina, she had sworn an oath to herself. She would not rest until she held her sister in her arms again.
Discovering How My Brain Works So I Can Get Some Rest
I’ve suffered from burnout for years, to the point where I once crashed into a tractor-trailer because my mind had become too frazzled to notice it. But to find out how to treat my burnout and get some much needed rest there’s one thing I need to do first: Get tested for autism.
The Man Who Died First
On December 10, 1826—195 years ago today—a young boy named John Torrington was baptized in Manchester. We don’t know his birthdate. He may have been born in 1826, along with his sister, Esther, who was baptized the same day as him. Or he may have been born in 1825, as some records suggest. He came from a working-class family, one where not everyone could read or write, and there are few records of him at all. His father was William, a coach man, and his mother was Sarah, whose maiden name, Shaw, became John’s middle name. He was an ordinary boy, one of many who were baptized that day. His name sits at the bottom of the page of the parish baptism registry, easily missed, easily forgotten.
What I Learned from Writing a Story a Day for a Month
Sometimes writers feel the need to challenge themselves. Maybe we’re in a rut and want to try writing out of our comfort zone. Maybe we want to finish that novel we keep putting off. Or maybe we just feel like seeing if we can do something new. I recently challenged myself to write a flash fiction story a day for the entire month of October, and I learned a lot about what I’m capable of as a writer.
The neighborhood is decorated in pumpkins and skeletons. Spiderwebs stretch across porches and over bushes. Everything is in orange, purple, green, and black. There’s a chill in the air, a light breeze tossing the fallen leaves about. The sun is setting, and children are walking down the sidewalk, dressed in a mix of homemade and store-bought costumes.
I cut into the pumpkin’s flesh, taking off the top. I scoop out the seeds and guts. This part always creeped me out as a kid. It felt like what I imagined intestines would feel like. My brother would take a bite of the innards, pretending to be a zombie. My mom liked to collect the seeds to make snacks.
And the Dead Shall Rise, Maybe Around Noonish
When it was first reported that the dead had begun to rise, all I could think of were the zombie movies I’d seen. Mindless, rabid monsters seeking human flesh. Few of the living ever survived as the rest of the world fell to the ravenous undead.