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My mom says that there isn’t anything that I can’t do, that I am the smartest person she’s ever known, but I don’t feel that way. Decisions, decisions, decisions; that is one of my biggest responsibilities in life. However, I feel that the decisions that I make never benefit me. The decisions I make are to either please my mom or just plain stupid. My entire grade 12 year I’d spent it making decisions as to what I want to do, what I want to be, where I want to achieve it and who I want by my side when I’ve ach...
The BeginningHe's beautiful.I gaze down at the small, pudgy figure nestled in my arms, his bare skin warm and slightly wet. Never had I ever held a baby before, much less my own. I can't help but gawk in awe at him, trying to wrap my brain around the fact that he, this ridiculously adorable creature, is my own creation.His eyes are the most fascinating things I have ever gazed upon in my life. They're the same color as his father's — the vast,...
This boy was at the beach, and he was being irritated by several strange children. They were in the water just miles and miles away, and yet they were so extremely loud and obnoxious that he could hear them anyway. They were yelling names at him. They weren’t bad names like Fatacake, Heartfeet, Bonsai, or Justin Beiber, but instead they were names like Kevin, Walter, Bob, and John. Yes. The boy could hear the voices carrying across the water like small vessels of supreme annoyance....
The birthday boy sat in a chair made of donuts and caramel apples. There was a squirrel head made from cake batter and frosting resting upon his left shoulder, because he hated those buggers and wanted to represent this dislike on his special day. He looked graciously out at his adoring friends. There were only around eight of them, but they were adoring nonetheless. Snow fell from the sky and landed on the edges of their noses. They lived in a place where the seasons ...
Hey. My name's- actually, I can't tell you, and welcome to the story of my life. And trust me, you don't want it. You know, I've always been a bit of an outcast. Everyone always had a cheat code to get through, except for me. Of course, I'm not blind. I see that others suffer too. I see the jock who's allowed to do anything he wants, but it's because his parents don't care. I see the kid who cries silently in the cafeteria while his friends ignore him because it's a regular thing. I see the girl whose own therapist turned against her beca...
Exploring my grandmother’s flower garden is my favorite thing to do. Every day I run down the not-so-steep hill from my house to her house, say hello to my grandfather who is sleeping on the creaky porch swing, then hop into the garden. Grandmother says I have to be careful not to trample the flowers, so I follow the path of pretty painted stepping stones. Each one pictures a different kind of flower; my grandmother says she wishes she had the creative talents to make them. Instead, my mother made them for her. My mother is an artist. ...
Such a complex and mind boggling concept as infinity can be represented by something as simple as a blank page. You don’t need fancy equations that don’t include a single number in them, you don’t need to gaze up at the stars and ponder the meaning of life, neither do you have to go on a psychedelic trip to experience infinity. You can do so by simply looking at a blank page, in the comfort of your home, while sipping coffee from a mug.All that’s really required is a reframe of perception. Because what else is a blank page...
A Loss of FaithIn 2017 I was employed at two jobs back to back. The first of the two was my dream job - I loved it! It was as an Adult Literacy Practitioner. The reason I was able to fill the position as - I had shown I could do, some of the duties - required of the job - in another venue. I was asked if I would be interested in filling the spot - temporarily until - someone was found. I ju...
His soft footsteps pad gently along the carpet of the backstage. He is the essence of coolness, complete with tuba and magician’s wand. His hair flows ever so neatly in the direction of his audience and they are watching in rapt silence as he demonstrates his talents. They are many. His teeth glisten like lined up marble marshmallows; straight and white in his mouth like soldiers of a bonfire army ready for battle. This boy is no ordinary boy, but instead a boy so full of shrimp and crackers ...
HELLO there. I am Anna Darcisa. I am 16 years old living in Sedgefield , Western cape. I love lily flowers and warm hugs andmy grandmother is my favourite person. My mother is a little jealous of me and my grandmother relationship, but I know it’s just because she misses her grandmother. I like warm sunny days and long runs to the park. It was a usual Sunday morning, Mom was making my favourite: pancakes with nutella, but somehow the day wasn’t as inviting as yester...
This story is in honor of my close friend’s dog, Toby.~~~~~He was the best.Black and brown were the colors of his coat, and chocolate brown were the color of his eyes.He was mine.After loosing our family dog not too long ago, this dog was a blessing from heaven.After our family dog died, I knew I needed a new shadow to follow me around, so me and my brother set out to find our two new companions. Both of the d...
She was always waiting for good-bye. Her room changed. Different bed, different windows, different scenes. Bontoc mountains with green rice terraces, clothes waving from red rebars sticking out from flat concrete roofs, pig squeals, roosters competing, and the boy who played guitar. Shanghai lights, tall buildings, a golden fish pond, magnolias, and if the smog wasn’t bad, the Pearl Tower pinch-tall in the distance. Bright Honduran houses, cowboy men...
I stood near the front door and began nibbling on my chocolate cupcake. I had decided to stand in this very spot so that I could see if my dad was entering from the glass door. From here, I could also see my mom in the dining room as she talked to the other kids’ moms. Most of my friends liked licking the frosting off of their cupcake first, and then they’d eat the cake or just throw it away. I could probably point out three kids in this house right now who liked doing that. However, my motto ...
It’s really hard to remember, since when we were fellow classmates and let me be glassier with my memory window where I wasn't even aware of her presence. It was all before standard 6th when I was almost 11. Something remarkable that year!!! I don’t remember, barring our promotion to higher elementary school just the next building close to our old one. A school in a remote village means,It’s more than just a school. A reflection of social c...
I met my best friend, Sophie, in pre-k.Back then, she wore her hair in a thick, dark bob with straight bangs. Every single day, she would come to school wearing an atrociously patterned skirt with matching leggings. My fashion sense wasn’t much better. I think my whole wardrobe consisted of a single cherry-patterned dress and a baby blue fuzzy sweater.I was rather outgoing when I was younger and was generally at least acquaintances with all the girls in the class. (Boys had cooties.) So, I knew of Sophie in a we’re-in-the-sa...
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