Nonfiction

One summer, when I was about five years old, I abruptly glanced upon the vast sea with new eyes, ones that saw the water that I used to love so dearly in a petrifying new light.

For the adjective challenge I described an apple and than I asked ChatGPT to describe an apple without adjectives.

Honestly, it’s hard to believe that as I’m writing this, lounging here in a big bus (treat from Iteam), I’m completing four weeks in Guatemala. I had no idea I would be able to do this trip. My brain was full of fears.

They called him a legend, but legends don't bleed—and I watched Diogo Jota bleed for his game. It wasn't just the goals, trophies or the crowd—It was what he gave when no one was watching.

I’ve been smiling. And smiling– because that's the only way to show I'm fine. But behind that smile lives a storm I don't speak about. The type of storm that threatens to destroy everything in its way. Yet small raindrops just come out.

It was playtime, then pressure.  All gone in a blink of an eye. The girl’s smile weaved stories, soft as a flowing stream. She screamed in pure delight as her uncle threw her into the sky.

Even with my friends, I'm alone.

They date. They love each other.

On Saturday, May 3rd, 2025, at 10:40 PM, it rained a perfect rain. There was no buildup. The skies never darkened. It just happened. It was not raining before, and now it was.

The heat was oppressive these last two days. In the house it was unnoticeable, the rooms cooled by the central air conditioning system. But something was off, you could tell.

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.