The bustle of just getting out the door is interrupted briefly by a fixed point in life: the beloved family cat. Plaintive mrr’ups accentuate the little pains caused by daily partings, and birdsong gives the impression of a clear, beautiful day. The sound of the shifting gears of a long-lost manual transmission car is interspersed with the bumps and thumps of the old country road leading to home.
An enraptured audience crunches popcorn and laughs as Disney’s latest short animation plays on the big screen. A family outing to see “The Incredibles 2” is begun with mirth as…
INTRO: I have notes on the writing of this piece and why I wrote it at the end.
How much more pain must I bear, oh My god?
for how long must My heart be in agony?
how far away from him must I cast Myself to escape him?
for how long will My every thought be of My pain?
I prayed to you and you did not answer
I cried out in the temple of creation and you were not there
I pleaded and repented
I called out for justice
I asked for conviction
and you did not answer
This is a short drabble I wrote based on a Tumblr post that came across my dashboard. I’m including the link to the post at the end of the story. All the characters are original, and any similarity to other characters or works is unintentional. This is a completely original story, and purely for my own enjoyment. If you like it, please leave a nice comment:)
The clouds were moving across the sky, grey and heavy, chasing the sinking sun. Rain was going to be a problem you would have to worry about, but right now, your stomach was roiling…
Last night, I dreamed of Nana.
My maternal grandmother passed away about two weeks ago, and I’m still in the process of grieving. Some days are harder than others, but the love and support I’ve felt from the people around me has gotten me through some tough moments.
I don’t often dream about people, and when I do, they are nameless strangers that I don’t recognize, faces I forget when I wake up.
But last night, it was different. …
I hate cancer.
I hate how destructive it is, I hate how it takes people away from me, and I hate how I can’t do anything about it.
My maternal grandmother, “Nana” passed away peacefully last week after a long fight against intestinal cancer.
I have now lost both my grandmothers to cancer, and I almost lost my honorary grandmother to it two years ago. This doesn’t necessarily increase my risk of contracting cancer, but it makes me afraid.
I’m not afraid of dying, I’m afraid of losing people. I don’t wake up every morning praising God that I’m still…
RM, leader of BTS delivering a speech at the United Nations Assembly as the global ambassadors for the Generation Unlimited campaign. (Photo credit)
Korean pop music is changing the world, and in more ways than you might think.
When most people say “kpop”, they mean the sugar-sweet meaningless pop anthems that come from groups specifically manufactured to be financially successful. When I say “kpop”, I mean it as an umbrella term for all the popular music that comes from South Korea.
The first time I ever I went to Olive Garden, it was my 18th birthday. My friend Griffin had found out I hadn’t ever been there, and he thought it was “barbaric”.
So we went.
I feel it’s necessary to make the distinction that this wasn’t a date, and neither of us had any interest in the other romantically.
We were simply teammates/co-workers/friends that liked doing things together. Especially if it involved food and a movie.
We respected each other, and the dynamic between us was similar to that of two minimum-wage employees working in a high-stress job and just…
“A heart’s a heavy burden” — Sophie Hatter, Howl’s Moving Castle
We place a lot of weight on the word “soul” in everyday language.
“Soulful” describes something that reaches deep inside us, and has a mournful and contemplative quality.
Saying that something “has soul” means that has a deeper meaning, and it seems to be alive in its purpose.
But what does a soul really consist of?
Because a soul doesn’t have any tangible or physical characteristics, we depend on adjectives and effects to define it.
According to Plato, the soul has three parts: the logical part, which seeks after…
I took my little sister to the zoo last winter. “I need to go to the zoo” I said, and she understood.
To me, wanting to go to the zoo is the same as craving creamy yogurt or itching to plunge my hands into those huge barrels of glass beads at the county fair.
Walking around to see the different animals, smelling the cinnamon-infused air, seeing the lights turn on as dusk nears…these are visceral experiences that fit together as much as tomato soup and grilled-cheese sandwiches.
I picked a day in the middle of the week — being homeschooled…
Let’s take apart one of my favorite (relation)ship tropes: friends to lovers.
I have read a lot of fanfiction.
I am in awe of the writers that dedicate MONTHS of their lives to writing a piece of fiction as long as a Harry Potter book, just to satisfy their craving for a coffeeshop au.
I admire the writers that draw out scrappy plots for chapters upon chapters, drawing me in with the promise of that sweet, sweet resolution where Katara…
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