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As I sat in the car on the way to the shop, I thought about the purchase I was about to make. Possibilities filled ...
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It doesn’t happen how you think it would: no Hollywood dramatization, no flatline buzz, no hectic rush, no ...
I am 12 years old and looking for a cello teacher. My mom has been taking me to one potential teacher after ...
There is a loud metallic clack-clack-clack as a the roller coaster car begins to climb to its dizzying apex of the ...
To My Future Self,
I hope you are reading this some time in the future. I am 16 now, and there are some important ...
Tumor- the word held little meaning at first. Bone tumor meant even less. Both terms were foreign until I entered ...
Six years have already passed. Six years during which she made a vow to this code of silence. If in Sicily, one ...
It all started back a while
When I was just a child
Dancing, laughing
Learning, growing
Was what my life was ...
The summer of 2004 was the first time we met. I had just become the owner of a brand new bike and was giving it a ...
October 20, 2010 |
“It’s not a pretty story.” She says, and takes a bite of food.
I smile. “Go ahead and just tell me.”
“Okay, well, ...
Christmas morning 2009 started early as usual. My Aunt came into my room at the crack of dawn to wake me up. I ...
“It’s not a pretty story.” She says, and takes a bite of food.
I smile. “Go ahead and just tell me.”
“Okay, well, ...