Short Stories

Black-handed

He stared at me, hidden and protected by all the dropped heads looking at their phones in the crowd. He looked like an officer, but most white men do to me. He had a gun snuggling against his hip though. But he didn’t have a uniform on, just a faded shirt that said FBI: Female… Continue reading Black-handed

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Short Stories

In a Storage Closet in Paris.

He couldn’t see her in the tiny storage closet, but he could smell her. She smelled like home. Not his home, which reeked of greasy pizza boxes and inside-out underwear, but home. She smelled of sweet pea body wash and the mint chocolate-chip gum she always kept a pack of in her purse. That was… Continue reading In a Storage Closet in Paris.

Videos

My favorite teacher (and many others’ favorite as well).

For my Teaching, Learning, and Technology class, we had to make an iMovie talking about a favorite teacher we have had during our K-12 journey that have made a difference in our lives. I had a plethora of amazing teachers, I actually think I loved them all, but I chose my absolute favorite, who was… Continue reading My favorite teacher (and many others’ favorite as well).

Memory Lane

Happy Anniversary, Dreams.

April 18, 2014–a month before high school graduation and a few months before beginning my college journey– was the day I was given the key to the lock on my dreams. But, it all started a little before that... It all started in a small AP Literature class full of anxious seniors at South Mountain… Continue reading Happy Anniversary, Dreams.

Book Excerpts

Hippie Boy (Title is still in Progress)

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)

Moments from my Memory, My Poetry

Happy Ending (My First Poem)

I didn't start expressing myself through poetry until Freshman year of High school. Even though I've been writing since I was eight, I didn't begin poetry writing until I was fourteen. This is the first poem I have ever written. I'm sharing it in honor of Throwback Thursday. Looking back at it, I think it… Continue reading Happy Ending (My First Poem)