Stuttering And It’s Impact On Me

When I could not form thoughts, or even ask simple questions (like asking to go to the bathroom), I turned to paper. My failure to speak allowed me to listen, observe, and then inscribe. This is the main reason why I hold writing so close to my heart–more than drawing or singing or baking or running–since it will always be my most eloquent form of communication. The words I say aloud are never as honest or precise as the ones I type and scribble.

Stop Giving THESE Corporations Power

People have a tendency to accept hopelessness and helplessness. What can I do? I don’t have any money to fix these problems—why should I bother? The way we spend the limited money we do have actually has a much larger impact than we realize, and it is one of the main things we tend to…

Smart Tech in the 1700’s

What would the people of 300 years ago use our current technology for? A (dumb) scholarship essay~ ~~~~ Imagine if the technological advancements we made today were done nearly 300 years ago. AI’s (Artificial Intelligence units), Google Glasses, and cellphone-caused backaches would become an early plague on our society. In this era—in the early 1700’s—individuals…

I Am From Long, Ebony Nights (Nostalgia Poem)

An old poem I wrote in August of 2016. A relaxing night-time read~ ~~~~ I am from long, ebony nights and bright, sunlit mornings Awakening in time to see the blue light filter through my windows I am from places of enchanted emerald forests and elephant graveyards Exploring until my lungs and legs cannot cope…

hotel it do be make you happy

last night’s nightmare. I didn’t know we were going to a hotel until I opened my eyes one morning and found myself in one. I asked my parents where we were, and they responded with tight, wide smiles that made their cheeks touch their ears. This was a bad answer to me, so I turned…

Roller Coaster of a Weight Loss Journey(Part 1)

A scholarship essay. Academics and athletics were the two aspects of my life I had tried to keep fairly balanced all my life. From ages 5 to 14, soccer was my main sport. It was my favorite way to stay in shape and improve my athletic ability. However, when I was rejected from my school…

Senioritis: Class of 2020

Only five full days of school have passed by and I’ve already been hit with the dreaded (inevitable) Senioritis. I would say that I’m surprised—since I have been heavily motivated and hardworking throughout my entire school career—but that would be a hilarious lie. Junior year was a complete wreck, an onslaught of projects and extra…

Excerpt of Accursed Red Sequel

Here’s an excerpt of The Dark Hero, a sequel to my book Accursed Red. Check it out if you like dark fantasy and science fiction, and enjoy! ~ Rêve Cotton pillows resting heavy mounds of golden hair; pale skin and the dryness night had on a child’s throat; a window slightly ajar thus permitting the night…

The Promise Land (Part 2)

“Lin, where are you going?” Ismus shouted while pursuing her running friend. Linnasoeta threw off her shirt and much too tiny skirt in the Creek Forests. She stripped off her socks and ripped her hair out of the bun, running free with just her undergarments. Without bothering to fold up her clothes, she abandoned them…