Nonfiction

Here are some of my ideas for challenges for next year!

1.) Write about life on another planet in poetry or prose.

2.) In poetical or lyrical format, write about climate change/rising problems such as that.

(Challenge for next year’s prompts)

I wake up this morning.

I was five when I learned that grass is not my friend. I imagined many friends, some flowers, butterflies, and others were hummingbirds. However, grass was anything but.

It’s 6 AM at the end of September, and Vermont's trees are transitioning into their autumn beauty. The mornings are my favorite: the quiet, peacefulness, and calm of the world are one of a kind.

1. Introduction

I wanted a cookie, but the thought of the calories held me back. So, I reached for what seemed like a healthier choice—some strawberries would quiet my craving right? Wrong.

When I was younger, summer meant going swimming, getting ice cream, and taking trips to the Montshire Museum. Now, although some of those things still apply, I experience them differently than I used to.

It all began with a dare. It was a hot summer day. I practically dragged myself from the school bus back to my house, convinced I’d die of heatstroke.

This is just kind of random bits of information in unedited paragraphs.

Why do I care?

One day before the test, and my nerves start to fizzle.

I need to study all I can to make up for the days that I was never in class and never learned anything; Make up for my stupidity and procrastination.

I gripped his shoulders as the motorbike sputtered to life, coughing smoke into the humid air. He drove along a dirt path, passing flooded paddy fields and slender palm trees.

There is a man on the corner of 87th and Amsterdam. I do not know him, and he does not know me. He wears a red T-shirt with red sweatpants. He wears a red coat with red shoes. He wears a red ski mask on his face.