Not too long ago I found out my ex had a kid. Yes, a kid — one he never told me about during our relationship. And when I found out, I quite literally found out for myself. He never told me, but I discovered it through a social media post, then asked him about it.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love children, but I’m not ready to have any, much less take care of someone else’s. I’m 19 and living at home. I still feel like a child myself.
He wasn’t honest with me about something that’s a big…
Mr. White clutched the paw with his trembling hands and wished that he had never been given it. The knocking stopped. He ran rapidly down the staircase and towards the door. A sharp wind blew back his already messy grey hair and nearly knocked him off his feet. It blew in dirt, dust, and rocks from the road, temporarily blinding the old man.
He groped for the door handle, but could not find it. The winds blew on, becoming stronger by the second. Soon, Mr. White found himself enclosed by the winds on all sides. It wrapped around him like…
Two weeks later
Annalise Springster is painting my wall.
Meanwhile, I read aloud the schedule of events for this school year from my school-provided laptop and down spoonfuls of mint chocolate chip ice cream.
It’s movie night. My mom is downstairs creating what my little brothers, Sammy and Cole, call “the ultimate snack plate.” They are probably downstairs too, watching with salivating mouths.
“Ok so, first midway meetings are going to be on….” — I scan the screen — “January 28th, about a week after Decisions Week and then they let us know our class ranking on….”
She was hairy, and she knew it. Everyone knew it. In school, they called her every beast from a man to a sasquatch.
Now, as she sat in the passenger seat of her best friend’s car, she grimaced. Watching the blur of cars and trees roll by, she allowed her mind to roam somewhere far away, hoping it would allow her to forget the fact that she did not shave. Yes, she did not shave.
“What’s got you so down, Lou?” Emma said from the driver's seat. “Aren’t you excited for the pool party?”
It was Emma’s 21st birthday. They…
You’ve just ordered your favorite dish, at your favorite restaurant. You’ve been looking forward to eating it all day. You can practically taste it in your mouth.
After waiting for the chefs to prepare it to perfection, you finally receive it. And oh does it look good. You dive right in, savoring every flavor (or lack thereof).
Suddenly a sound emanates from somewhere on your right — just a quick buzz. You pray it’s not what you think it is. You look briefly to your right, and perhaps, swat your hand in irritation hoping to deter the intruder…
I cry when I am upset. And sometimes it can be really annoying. Like if I want to be taken seriously when I’m upset, tears aren’t the way to go. They make it look as if I am pouting or that I cannot handle whatever is going on.
My mom had always said I was just frustrated. Well, yes, but couldn’t I have just been that without the tears? Did I always have to stream tears whenever I was mad?
Ok maybe I’m exaggerating a bit here, but it happens often enough for me and someone else to be able…
So there’s this thing that writers do where they add a million different dialogue tags to their books. Before I hop into my ways to elevate dialogue without a million different tags, allow me to explain what a dialogue tag is.
What is a dialogue tag?
Dialogue tags are words that describe the dialogue and how a character expresses something. For example, “‘It was cold outside,’ she said. The dialogue tag, in this case, is “said.” Now, as you can imagine, people get pretty creative with these. But I’m here to tell you not to do that. …
A piece of prose:
She would be like a flower that I could watch bloom. I would give her the right soil, the right foundation, and just enough water for her to make her own energy, words of wisdom for her to use her best judgement for.
I would tell her everything I wish I could’ve told myself.
I would tell her about what I’ve learned.
I would tell her that her skin is a gift, but not her only gift.
I would tell her that there would be people that would love her just because of her skin and…
A lyric poem:
Sometimes I feel like someone else.
Who am I? I do not know.
Who is this being inhabiting my skin?
Sometimes I don't feel like myself.
Who even is that? I don’t know.
When will I feel as I did?
Will I ever be the same as I was before?
Do I want to be the same now?
Maybe this is the beginning,
the start of a brand new age.
Where do I go from here? I do not know.
Oh, How long must I wait to know?
The sun and the moon play cat and mouse.
I’m short, yes, they can.
But that isn’t really what I experienced. I’ll admit, this article was a little uncomfortable for me to write, but I think the topic needs some coverage.
I grew up in a Christian school and graduated from that same school less than two years ago. Naturally, I was taught quite a lot about Christianity, and the school I attended shaped many of my views and gave me a solid push for figuring out my spirituality.
Now, it did this in two ways. The first is in a direct way. Every year, I had some kind…