My breathing picked up the pace, as my lungs pumped air in and out. "Don't give out on me now..." I told my legs. They shook with every step, trembling like a cat in a thunder storm.
first, add a teaspoon of sugar (because the opposite of boredom is fun, and what is fun if not sweet?) sprinkle it into a cauldron of sparkling water. let it simmer—use your patience!—and once it starts to bubble,
If I could eat anything inedible there would be so many things I would want to taste, to feel on my tongue, to chew. Some examples include my Nanna, bouncy balls, and friendships. But the first thing I would eat would be a rainbow.
When I think of something that I wish I could eat but can’t I think about a sunset. If you think about it, most food that looks really good tastes good. So I think that a sunset would taste great. How I imagine it to taste is.
When I went to Metcalf Pond (Camp Ginger) I would spontaneously take out my phone and take pictures of literally anything. One of my favorites was the pond that we were on. It looked more like a small lake than a pond.
Rain pattered down on her window. Every drop hit the window with its own tone. Its own story. She peered out, watching. There was a single tree. Its leaves, bright and green against the grey sky. This tree stood tall.
One glorious Saturday morning, June got out of bed with a yawn and put on her fuzzy slippers. It was the first morning in her new house. She walked over to the window and opened the curtains. Light bursted into the dark room, waking her eyes up.
“Mom, we need to go to the grocery store,” Nate said as soon as his mother walked through the door. She still had her laptop, purse, and other things for work.