Just a young writer trying to make the most out of life.
I just got done with work when I received a text. I looked down at my phone and it was from Ryan. He was asking if I was doing anything tonight. I told him no and if he wanted to he can come over for a drink. I packed up my things and left to go home. I was doing my hair when the doorbell rang, Noni was barking like a maniac. I opened the door and Ryan was standing in the doorway. I let him in and poured him a drink. We sat at the table drinking White Russians and talking. He asked if I wanted to go for a drive. We only had half a drink so I felt comfortable with him driving, I said yes. I told him I would need a minute to get ready. I walked down the hall to my bedroom. I picked up the black tube of lipstick off the vanity and applied it to my lips. Noni jumped up on the bed. She knew I was getting ready to leave. I walked over to the bed and gave her a kiss on the head. I grabbed my purse and walked out of the room. Ryan was waiting at the front door for me, he opened the door and led me to his bright red Jeep. He opened the car door and asked me where I wanted to go. I was not sure as to how to respond. He started the car and pulled out of the driveway.
In the small town of Roseville, there was no crime. Everyone knew everyone in town. Locals shopping at the small business. On East Rose Street lived the Thornes. The Thornes were the sweetest family. Mrs. Thorne the local florist, Mr. Thorne, the sheriff of the town, and their daughter Maci. There was something peculiar about her though. As her family would say she has a “figurative imagination” and “night terrors”. That was not the case, Maci was telling the truth. Yet nobody in her family believed her. Her mom would tell her “oh sweet Maci, it was just a bad dream”. This all started on a horrifying day. Maci was walking around the woods. She was enjoying the scenery. The smell of pine swirled around her. The Autumn leaves floating to the ground. Then that euphoria came to a halting stop. She noticed a hand sticking out of the leaves. The bright-colored leaves that used to bring her joy now brought her horror. She was in such shock she did not know what to do. The town that is known for no crime is becoming the opposite. She stood there speechless. Not knowing rather run or scream. She tried walking back home telling her everything will be alright. Her hands were shaking with anxiety. She got home and tried to tell her what happened. Her mom said “it is impossible for crime to lurk around this town. There has not been a crime in over 50 years. The last crime we had was when little Carl Randal stole a pack of gum from the Mr. Howards grocery store. I can not believe you are making this kind of stuff up.” I could not go and tell the police, they would talk to my dad. If my dad heard the news he would say the same thing as my mom. I had no corner to turn to. Nobody to talk to about this heinous crime. There was nothing I could do.
My first new year’s revolution was to be able to come out to my family. Ever since I was about 13 years old I knew I was Bisexual. It is been hard keeping this secret for three years. I knew I was ready to come out. I had my family sitting in the living room when I told them, My mom said, “I suspected it”. My dad said, “I am going to love you no matter what”. My sister yelled, “I knew it!”. It was a shock to me as to how they responded. I felt free, free from the chains of my secret.
My mom, God bless her soul. She worked hard to raise me. Baby daddy leaving her six months pregnant. Just to go smoke meth with his friends.
Dear Mr. Trump, My Name is Madison Busch. I am a young woman living in this glorious country. In this letter, I would like to address my views on the impacts you have had by the bills and acts you have passed.
There is no such thing as perfect I try my best to please my parents From time to time I mess up Dealing with Depression and Anxiety is no fun
Many of us have heard about the song WAP by Cardi B and Meg The Stallion. Some say it is provocative while others say it is empowering to women. In this article, we are going to compare and contrast WAP to other songs in the Rap genre.