I believe we’re only as old as we feel, and that each person has a story to tell.
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The Long Weekend in the Woods
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.” The Scout leader began the story in a hushed voice. Around the campfire, a dozen Scouts sat hunched on wooden benches in a wide circle. Some roasted marshmallows with sticks from the surrounding forest. Others cracked jokes and jostled quietly with one another. A few gazed into the coals of the lively fire with vacant eyes, tired from a day in the woods and on the water.
The Last Serenade
Each day, half an hour before the serving of meals, the string quintet arrived at the first-class dining room aboard the ship. They strode into the grand space, walking past the chandelier fixtures, crystal glass, and ornate china — everything new and in pristine condition. They wore tailored suits of dark fabrics and brought with them instruments in wooden cases. Each day, three times per day, the quintet prepared to perform as the regiments of servants about the dining room completed the last of the table-setting. They spoke quietly among themselves between sets of three-octave scales. They practised the intricacies of complex motifs, playing various measures from their repertoire of classical music.
Why Brady Manek's possible concussion is troubling for the NCAA
On Monday, April 4, the 83rd annual edition of the men’s NCAA Division I basketball tournament came to a rip-roaring end. The overall #1 seed Kansas Jayhawks battled back from a 15-point halftime deficit to edge an ascendent University of North Carolina (UNC) squad that played several levels better than its #8 seed suggested.
A Westward Stream
"I saw grandma last week." Chelsea spoke matter-of-factly as she lay on the grass, a nearby dandelion catching her attention. She plucked it from the earth, blowing a thousand white bristles into the clear spring air. Each one disappeared into the ether as she reached for another.
Walking the Streets of Home
1/6 “Growing up is not like before,” Javier mused aloud, forking a garbanzo bean in his Mediterranean salad. He drew his legs onto the cushioned seating, assuming a comfortable pose. The polished gleam of his burgundy dress shoes accentuated nicely with pleated green socks. Javier had what every gay man in his late 20s might desire: An excellent fashion sense, a fit body, an easy-going personality, and a willingness to be spontaneous.
The Witch of November
Water, black as the sky above, churns against the howling wind. It moves, swirls, crests, and crashes, heaving itself into the freezing night before falling again to the blackness below. Amid the snaking currents, waves of terrific height rise from the bottomless depths of this cold and infinite sea. Black rocks, jagged from eons of battering wind and water, protrude from the water’s surface like the teeth of vicious animals.
Should we stop flying to help save the environment?
Note: Before offering my argument, this piece has a backstory. In August 2021, I submitted a job application to an online education company. Part of the application required that I write a short, persuasive essay about a topic of my choosing. The idea was that with this essay in hand, the company would be able to determine my ability to advance debate topics in the form of writing.
"Awakenings" (1990) featuring Robert De Niro
In the week leading up to Easter Sunday in 2020, I read "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" by Washington Irving and watched four feature films: Sleepy Hollow (1999), The Ballad of Buster Scruggs (2018), Seven Years in Tibet (1997), and Awakenings (1990).