Seascape 1866 is the sea on a cloudy day. The waves trundle along in silky billows, gently plunging into the sand on the shore. The color of the sea is a faded green under a stiff grey sky. There will be rain, but not yet. Sailboats are on the horizon. Seascape 1866 is a painting…
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Monkey Bread: Growing Up Empowered
There is nothing so divine in the world as monkey bread. It is a mound of warm buttery dough with a gooey texture that melts and coats the inside of your mouth as cinnamon sugar melts into a syrup on your tongue. The caramelized crust crunches under your teeth and your head spins with the…
10 Tips to Start Writing a Lot TODAY
I've met too many people who call themselves writers who never write. If you're reading this post, this might be you. Do you dream of publishing a book, or posting consistently on your blog, or filling up your journal with prose? I hate to break it to you, but words don't write themselves. You do…
3 Books That Will Make You a Better Writer
You're an aspiring writer. You want to sit down with a journal and a pen and watch the words flow freely from your mind and heart in perfect harmony. You want to create a masterpiece in the likeness of your favorite novel. But you're stuck. You aren't confident that you are growing as a writer.…
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The Green Paper Path: Heritage, Equality, and Legacy
I wrote this essay for my father. I suppose dads have to think about money all the time. So I’m going to talk about money, and what it means to me. There are a couple of things that instantly come to my mind - advertising billboards on the highways, commercials on high-volume at relatives’ houses,…
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A Rich Man, a Girl, and the Sea: A Short Story
The sea tricked the rich man. It said to him, “If you buy the house on my coast I will give you the shore and it will increase its value.” So the man bought the house, but the sea rose high and rolled over the shore until there was none left. There was only an…
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Welcome to The Bus Stop
Hello to all, and welcome to The Bus Stop! This is the bench at a bus stop on a road that stretches through endless fields and cities under both blue and cloudy skies. It is an adventure road. My name is Rayne Abigail. I am 17, a 1w9 on the Enneagram, a barista at Starbucks…
Rachel and the Scissors, a Short Story
Note: This is a true story, written from my memory. It is a story my family has told many times over. “Bring me those scissors.” I will never forget those words from the mouth of Rachel Carter, the mother of my childhood best friend. She was from New England, a big strong woman with a…