I am a teenager. I live in a pseudo-democratic country where the citizens have all the rights possible and there’s supposed to be no discrimination whatsoever (except if you’re a feminist, a woman, someone belonging to a minority, or someone not heterosexual). Everyone here has a voice on the Internet. More often than not, one […]
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This is one of the February Writing Challenge entries that was chosen to be a featured story. When I think ‘bout her, I remember how she had always worn that red scarf. That was a thing, ya know, with ‘er. She loved that scarf. I think her mum bought it for ‘er, or somethin’ like that. […]
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His mother laughed during labor, breathless, hair plastered to her slick forehead, and blessed his father for the cowl. He grew up in hand-me-down boots. One glance from him was like a gust of wind, knocking you off-balance and blowing your parka wide open. Seven saw him carrying mushrooms, tomatoes, and bread for his mother, […]
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Dear seventeen-year-old-self, The world has not stopped spinning in the days leading up to our birthday, but it has begun to spin even faster. Events that are quite out of your future hands (I’m sure!) have been set into motion that I have no power over either. Soon you’ll be worrying about college applications. […]
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A new year, a new beginning. I said goodbye to 2015 with hopes of a brighter 2016. I wish that it will be a year of fulfilling dreams and finding best chances. Throughout the past year, I realized that in order for me to get to where I want to be, I have to take the […]
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Purpose is why you are in the journey; passion is the fire that lights your way. Strive hard, work hard, walk toward your goal. Don’t we hear these themes a little too often in our daily lives? Most of the teenagers who have weird dreams and aspirations, like myself, may hear this. Some of us may also hear: […]
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I. Every object in a state of uniform motion tends to remain in that state of motion unless an external force is applied to it. Annabelle constructed her dreams in a globe, glass surrounding the dream-world like a cell’s membrane. What do you make of this world? Do you think it’s truly impermeable? Do you […]
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What a strange old world, where I’ve got one heart but a thousand faces, I’ve got a hundred friends but one ticket to Vegas. What a sad old world, where we wear smiles and our words are sweet, but all we do, all we do is love and leave. It’s the American Dream and it […]
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Following your dreams is lovely.
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