Creative Writing My first friend in life was a girl my age who lived in the big white house behind…
Creative Writing It’s quiet. It’s dark. Sunbeams shine on the other side of the planet as moon hangs in the…
Exiting off Route 422 at the Royersford/Trappe exit, making a left at the traffic light, to the right is a…
I stop weaving in and out of puddles on the ground. I walk through the puddles. I step into the…
I have a vested interest, unconditional love, gratitude toward a beautiful example of a grand failure in the system. Spending…
One of my most memorable heart pounding moments was when I was standing behind a building late at night while…
Bundled in our winter jackets with cold ears and gloved hands, we walk along a dark trail beneath an obsidian…
With our shoe-covered feet patting the dry ground, we gallop down the hill to the mouth of the river and…
Leaning against the side of a cold car outside a gas station, I watch snow fall heavily from grey clouds…
While struggling sleepy-eyed to slip my sneakers onto my bare feet in the backseat of the car, we pull into…
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