January
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Hard work and goals: a note of encouragement
Hey y’all! I know it’s been a little while since my last post. There’s a reason for that. Ever heard of NaNoWriMo? It’s that thing where people write like maniacs and drink more coffee than should be allowed, right? Yuppers. Today it’s November eighteenth. And though I did not...
Take it Slowly: A Poem
Growing up. What is growing up? The riddle of life. We can’t see it happening But when we look back, we suddenly realize that it has. . An innocence shrouds childhood, A silent awareness of the time passing. We grip each moment with our little hands, And linger in...
Millions of Stars: A Poem
Millions of Stars: A Poem....
I Won a Short Story Contest!
Hey everyone! I am excited to announce that I won the summer writing contest hosted by the School of Kingdom Writers! The theme over the summer was ‘Breaking of Bread’. You can read my story “Sonia” by clicking the button below! Thank you all for your support! I am...
In the Silence: A Poem
In the Silence: A poem...
Time: A Short Story
Fourteen. Thirteen. Twelve. The clock clicked slowly as Jaxon sat on the bench, waiting for something to happen. Eleven. Ten. Nine. The door in the wall opened. “Jaxon,” the man said. Eight. Seven. Six. Jaxon stood. The man nodded and motioned for him to come forward. Five. Four. Three....
YOU SHOULD BE A READER: A heartily laughable argument on behalf of reading, to convince you
Reading is the absolute worst thing you could ever do, if you value your sleep. Reading will cause you to stay up later than is humanly possible, and then (unfortunately), sleep until lunchtime. However, reading will also make you extremely literate, smart, and good at time management. A dedicated...
Let’s Write: A Poem
Frustration fills me as I stare at the blank page. I know I can do this, I tell myself. I know I can do this. Then why is it so hard? Every day I take out pen and page, filled with a hard determination. I’ll do it this time,...
Waters: A Poem
In this hour, This day, This minute, We are keenly aware of the fact That life is a handful of water Gripped in our tightly clasped fingers. The more we clench our fists, The more tightly we hold on to the droplets, The faster they drip between our fingers...