Young Writers

 

Day 7

The bitterness in the air has set in, Warm hats and tight scarves, I'm choking. On these cold days I can't think about the homeless or the poor, I...

Ice Heart Prts (1-4)

Spirals of ice towered up concaving me in the mysterious ice cave. The icicle covered rocks taunted me. They blew a hyperborean breath crosswise my...

Day 6

The decorations have been scattered, The tree stands from ceiling to floor. All of the hard work should have paid off by now, So why isn't it...

Day 5

Now is the day when we hit the attic, Once again reveal the decorations and tree. So get ready with the glue, duct tape and hoover, Most of this...

The Mystery of the Missing Water

An anecdote from my three year old self.

Day 4

People always get religious around now and pray for my health, Which is nice because colds and flus, I really hate. But then a cough, a sneeze, a...

Authenticity

Trigger Warning: Suicide