Mackenzie Larsen
Stories (9/0)
A Clean Spookalicious Soundtrack
Music is my favorite way to connect with the world. Everything I do has a soundtrack. Reading a classic? Orchestral music is playing in the background. Doing calculus homework? Listening to 2000s punk rock helps redirect my anger and frustration. Feeling a little sad? Put some Christmas music on to lighten the mood. Even if I’m not actively doing anything, there is almost always a song playing through my head at any given moment.
By Mackenzie Larsen 3 years ago in Beat
A Spookalicious Soundtrack
Music is my favorite way to connect with the world. Everything I do has a soundtrack. Reading a classic? Orchestral music is playing in the background. Doing calculus homework? Listening to 2000s punk rock helps redirect my anger and frustration. Feeling a little sad? Put some Christmas music on to lighten the mood. Even if I’m not actively doing anything, there is almost always a song playing through my head at any given moment.
By Mackenzie Larsen 3 years ago in Beat
The Tale of Mari Gold
A long time ago, there was a small village in a secluded land. One hot summer evening in this village, a little girl was born. This little girl was named Mari Gold. Mari was a sweet girl. She rarely cried. When she did cry, her face glowed, as though her tears were made of sugar water.
By Mackenzie Larsen 3 years ago in Fiction
How the Arts Have Saved My Life
The arts are beautiful and powerful because they pause the horrific tragedies and mundane realities of life and allow the participant to enjoy a different, more relaxing part of life. The arts I specifically partake in are crocheting and music, both playing and listening to music.
By Mackenzie Larsen 3 years ago in Journal
Henry
You know when you’re driving, and you seem to snap back into reality after apparently being zoned out and you realize you’re driving? You just think, “shoot! I’m driving! I hope I didn’t run any red lights back there or hit any kids.” This was one of those moments for John. Except for instead of driving a car, he was sitting on a boat. In the middle of the ocean. 5 miles away from the shore. With his girlfriend, Marie.
By Mackenzie Larsen 3 years ago in Fiction
The Birthday Box
Vyra was an ordinary girl, living in what she thought to be an ordinary world. But soon, things would change for Vyra. One partly cloudy morning, she woke up to the incessant beeping of her alarm clock. Knocking her water bottle and vitamins askew her desk, her hand finally found the snooze button. With a large stretch, she opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling above her bed.
By Mackenzie Larsen 3 years ago in Fiction
Mom's Celebration Chocolate Cake
It had been over four years since Matilda had eaten a piece of chocolate cake. The only chocolate cake she had ever eaten was her mother’s special, secret-recipe, Celebration Chocolate Cake. Her mother had made this cake for every celebration and special occasion of Matilda’s life. That is, when she was alive to do it.
By Mackenzie Larsen 3 years ago in Families