Our grandpa wiped a light dusting of snow from the top of the frozen lake with his gloved hands, then gazed toward the ice, nearly pressing his face against its surface. “T’ets,” he said looking at us.
A Day in the Life
Alice sat outside the Hungarian pastry cafe, sipping her black coffee and smoking her self-rolled cigarette. She liked neither the coffee nor the cigarette, but life was about suffering wasn’t it? And besides, she imagined a scruffy-headed, forgets-to-eat-thin type of man walking by, looking over at her, and thinking… “now there’s a cool chick who gets it.” She wanted to look like she got it, because she did. Life was absurd, so we should just drive ourselves into the ground sooner rather than later.
Reflection of a Girl Remembering How to Feel Alive
She didn’t need to scan the menu long because a different guy had taken her here just last week. Of course, she couldn’t tell that to her current date. Instead, she said, “I can’t choose. It all sounds so good.”
Anticipating the Blossom Before the Bloom
We become ourselves surrounded by the words we write, word after word, we write ourselves into being. . Building words first,
How I Won $1,000 in My First Vocal Fiction Challenge
I recently won the first Vocal Challenge I’ve ever entered, and it was a fiction Challenge! I have to admit—I was shocked when I got that congratulatory email for my short story, Pinky Promise.
It was a rainy evening as Ellen wiped down the counter of her empty dumpling shop, thirty minutes before closing. Another slow night. Her son lay on his stomach behind the counter, drawing, where he always was during his mother’s evening shifts.
FYI: Modern Classroom Design Mirrors Factory Design During the Industrial Revolution
If I tell you to imagine a classroom, we all probably imagine roughly the same thing: rows of desk all facing the front of the room, a chalkboard or whiteboard at the front where the teacher stands, perhaps a bell on the wall that rings when class is over. Well, I recently learned that all of these characteristics stem from none other than factories during the Industrial Revolution. That’s right! For your information, we’ve all basically been educated in a factory.
Bravely Writing All I Couldn't Say Before
Hey You, When I was a teenager, I wasn’t crazy about myself. If you’ve ever been a teenager, you can probably relate. Why did you hate yourself? For me, I detested how shy I was. I loathed how I found it so difficult to speak my mind. I was so jealous of all the people who, I believed, had such an easy time being confidently themselves while the words I wanted to speak were hopelessly trapped in my chest, squished down behind an awkward giggle and over-eager smile.