I can’t do this.
I am standing in front of the mirror in the girls bathroom staring into my reflection. Streaked stains run down the length of my face and my eyes are tinted a light hue of red. With...
I watched as the ballerina with the beautiful pink dress danced across the television screen. The basement was dimly lit, the only light shining was that of Barbie and the Nutcracker. Seeing her brought...
Wednesdays and Sundays were church days. Worshiping God on his holy day was vital to attending a private Catholic school. While pledging allegiance to my faith, I would sit in silence for an hour and thirty...
Why do I write?
I wanted to be a writer very early on, dabbling in it here and there, until around middle school, where the problem started. While I enjoyed reading, the same was not true of writing....
It was the first full essay of my first accelerated English class, and the prompt was, “Pick any argument and persuade me to your side." At that time, I didn’t even know what literary devices were,...
The beige shelves filled with Barbie dolls and makeup kits never piqued my interest. I found myself intrigued by a six-sided cube that lacked a feminine presence. Laying on my blue bed sheets surrounded...
I had been hiding most of my life. As a child, I wore eccentric, weird clothing that set me apart. Even though there I was, in clothes that blared my existence for all to see, the clothes also served as...
“Champ, people are unpredictable. Wild even,” my great grandfather once said.
“Take this deck of cards for an example: The face cards are the rulers of a business or society; the suit just divides...
An idea that I have always questioned is that of the word normal. I was watching a TikTok a few years back about a girl who questioned the meaning of the letter “s” and how making words plural can...
One of my all time favorite pastimes is playing video games. I enjoy everything about them, from the gameplay itself, the mechanics that go into the game, the storyline of a game like DMC series, or Doom...
The first time my parents flew down to Haiti, they were met with absolute devastation on the way to my orphanage. The surrounding buildings in Port-au-Prince were riddled with bullet holes from murders...
