I am the fallout of a sunny day in September. I am in debt from listening to lectures spewed from the mouths of journalism professors who openly admit to being cynical about the jobs I’m applying for. But what options do I have with student loan payments and journalism being what it is today? …
What is the place or object from your childhood that you most think about when you think about home?
When I was seventeen, I was told to hunker down. I was in an acting class and had just spent about fifteen minutes improvising a scene played out on a tightrope between the life I was living and the one I’d just created for my character. Real Life Improv - that’s what my teacher called …
Rewrite your college application essay with today’s point of view answering the question, “Is there anything else we should know?”
I misinterpreted most things by choice at seventeen; I couldn’t define good riddance; I chose not to know the difference between stay and go, but played the victim like a champion. You should know we’re fine, and you should know things got worse. In my college essay I wrote about accepting loneliness, leaving out what …
What you used to do that you don’t do anymore
I used to burn incense. Yeah, I know. Incense. I stole the stand from my brother and bought 10 incense for a dollar at Funk&Standard. I could not have been older than sixteen. I kept a box of matches on my dresser that I had taken from my mom’s matchbox collection. Also, I was too …
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Go to the Merriam-Webster Word of the Day web site, and write a story based on that word.
March 18- Fetter: a chain or shackle for the feet, something that confines: restraint I notice my hands first. They are white. I am outside. The temperature, I estimate, is below freezing and it’s some time close to morning. I cough once and spit out a thick blood-filled saliva. I roll over onto my back …
What could have happened to you in high school that would have altered the course of your life?
The whole truth and nothing but the truth... I consider the year 2009 to be possibly one of the hardest years of my life, thus far. I was 15 years old, a sophomore. Going into high school, I only had a few friends. By sophomore year, that number dwindled until there was not a single …
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