Nonfiction

Shovel, shovel, shovel all we do is shovel. Winter in Vermont means lots of hard work in the cold, it also means having fun.

Our last presidential election was four years ago. I remember clearly what happened on the morning when the winner was announced. I was 10 years old, but I already knew how much was at stake.

                I bit the inside of my cheek as I shivered in the cold, my arms wrapped snugly around my double layered middle.

It was ok that I was missing my best friend's birthday. Really, I promise it’s fine. She promised it was fine. I still felt guilty, even though it wasn’t my fault.

New york city’s lights flash and flicker through the pouring rain, splashing heavily on the concrete in front of the train station, on the station’s walls, graffiti shouts at him, loud and angry written in black and colors, useless questions hoping t

This was shortlisted for the Hachette Australia Prize! The announcement was made at the National Young Writers Festival just a couple of hours ago :)

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Dear oxygen,

FROM A CONVERSATION ON TINY WRITES ABOUT THE SEPT. 29 PRESIDENTIAL DEBATE/DEBACLE:

wow. that presidential debate...
- amaryllis

^^^ yeahhh. the presidential debate...
-Treblemaker

Extract from my journal focusing on a particular period of my life, surfing almost every week often more than once with my mates; my first ventures outside the house after lockdown other than mundane neighbourhood walks: good times?

Life is colors and if you look hard enough you can always see them.

We were, now we are not and  you should learn from our mistakes.

Ask me four months ago if the end of the world was a silly idea and I would have answered you of course it is, now it's not so out of reach. It was a normal school day when the earthquake hit.