Stumbling Softly

The cheers of children sounded behind me like the calls of wild apes. My breaths were coming in jagged heaves, and my body was running on energy that ceased to exist until this very moment. I was way ahead of the rest of my competition, my feet barely skimming the ground like a gazelle running…

Into the Brush

I search my surroundings for someone familiar, but come to realize I am all I have. Before me, lies a split and two roads. The paths are paved with different substances, and it is obvious each leads to a different direction. On one path, there are splotches of dried crimson liquid smeared across gravel. There’s…

How Do You Say Goodbye to a Star?

How do you say goodbye to a star? Science says that many of these celestial bodies of gas and fire have since burned out in the night sky, yet their light remains radiant amidst the black. Their glimmering rays have not ceased to shine, for time is a strange idealism in the universe. What has…

The Truth of Innocence

The light blinds me before my irises adjust. The walls of the small room are a lime green, speckled with thick stickers of water-color flowers and over-sized sparkles. A T.V with scattered Pokemon games and a cube console sit unrestfully upon a wooden dresser. Everything is quiet as I lay in the center of the…

Uncovering Happiness

My eyes flutter open to a dazzling luminosity. I peel my face off of the worn, cognac leather, only to realize that I passed out on the couch again. I reach in search of my pillow— which was somehow tossed to the floor during the night. I clutch onto the soft cotton of the cushion…

A Sunday Afternoon

A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte is a captivating piece stippled by the extraordinary Georges Seurat, a famous pointillist. This is an example of a writing practice I’ve learned to utilize. By placing myself in the painting, I can better envision the tale I believe the work is telling.  A small breeze…

When Has A Teacher Inspired You?

It’s the middle of August; the first day of school. The gymnasium is full of clamoring middle-schoolers seated on the ground. The eighth graders, the class to which I belong, get to sit in the metal chairs the upperclassmen are privileged with. A small, older woman, with bright aqua eyes and pixie-cut white hair, takes…

A Change of Scenery

My legs were begging me to stop the ascent, and at last, I was able to appease them. I hauled my body over the hill and exhaled into the chilled air. My breath caught. Douglas firs scoured the area. Frost decorated the trees as far as my pupils could perceive. My boot crunched through the…

To the One in my Heart

Everyday, my heart yearns to be with yours. When my eyes close, I see that beautiful smile of yours. When I feel cold, I can still feel the heat of your warm, soft hands grabbing hold of mine. There are days when I fear that I’ll lose those senses, and succumb to the loss of…

The Last Necklace

Picture it: a quiet California neighborhood, just over a decade ago, where a quaint white house sits contently to itself. The grass is a vibrant green with leafy bushes and bold pink wildflowers adorning the walls where it meets the terrain. In the front of the lawn sits an old mailbox, and next to it,…