Isabella: Hey. Jeniyah: Hi! Isabella: So, guess what happened yesterday? Jeniyah: Oh my god, you lost your virginity? Isabella: What? No. I don't even have a boyfriend– Jeniyah: You got into Harvard? Isabella: No. I– Jeniyah: You got a car? Isabella: No! Just let me tell the story. Jeniyah: Okay, go. Isabella: Okay. It was… Continue reading It Was a Dark and Stormy Night…
For every man in an expensive car, there's someone in the passenger seat. That's today's one-liner! How do you interpret it, and what do you think about what you think it means? Comment below! And remember to subscribe via email for priority access to blog posts, a cool gift, and other exclusive subscriber privileges and… Continue reading Seat Warmers.
You don't think about the future until you are forced to live in it. You speed through four years of college, and then your future is standing there at the finish line pinching you to let you know it's real and it's ready for you. My name is Anaya. It is African, and it means… Continue reading Confessions of a Catholic.
I was waken by a loud rumbling noise outside. It’s the first day of Spring Break, and I was trying to sleep in. I crawled out of bed and walked over to my window, almost tripping over a stray high heel that was laying on my floor. My room is still in bad condition from… Continue reading Hippie Boy (Title is still in Progress)
“Can you state your name and the reason you are here miss?” The doctor asked eyeing me with his pen. “Uh, my name is Luna Stewart. I am here against my will.” I said playing with my lip ring. I am nervous with all of these eyes on me, looking at me like I am… Continue reading Helpless (Snippet 1)
“Hey.”I said walking in the door after school. “Why are there boxes all over the place?” I was so confused. I hated not knowing things. I had no idea what was going on and was hoping my dad would fill me in. “It’s my stuff.”My dad said. “Mom finally convinced you to take all your… Continue reading The Weekends (Snippet 1)
I went to this poetry event last year, and the guy told us all to write a poem with the first thing that pops into our head after he gave us a scene, we were walking in his scenario. Our poem could go anywhere, just had to incorporate his setting. This is what I had came up with. This is a poem about friendship. About a simple, everyday, item determining a friendship.