Fiction

    Describing myself in 15 words…
Chill

Outgoing

Caring

Loving

Smart

Funny

Independent

Sympathetic 

Understanding

Adventurous

Compassionate

The protagonist of my play is named Fernando. He is overinthusiastic, slightly dorky, and enjoys acting. He is not very experienced as an actor, and often gets mixed up; reading other people's lines, prouncing stage directions instead of doing them.

I am the one who once helped out in the kitchen and was let help do the dishes breaking the ice on a trend of helping out in the kitchen, which everyone loves to do.

Somewhere, there is a book. It is old and well worn. Its pages are dog-eared, and there are little threads unraveling from its soft gray cover. It is not especially long, and it is not especially short, but it has a weight to it.

Sorry for chiming in so late. Here is my idea:

“Lieutenant! Lieutenant! Wake up!” A man screamed. 

    Hello,  my name is Allyssa. I turn 20 tomorrow. If I got 1 wish on my birthday it would be that I would get a cat because I really want a cat. I like how they are soft. Also how they purr and cuddle with you.

People have always said my mother was magical. I never truly believed them until her funeral. 

The artist sits in the middle of the naturally lit room. Paintbrush in hand and canvas on his lap. A small ceramic mug of water sits to his left while a line of colorful paints sits to his right.

It's been in my family a while, that farm. Old and rickety, falling apart and rotting away. Still in use by my aunt and uncle, however. 
I hate that farm.

The Wind.