Nonfiction

COVID-19, a seam ripper, slowly tearing the world apart,
Separating the people and relationships you love because you're supposed to stay 15 feet apart.
It's shredding the thin bonds between us, and there is no end in sight.

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We stayed up late that night, later than we were normally allowed. Under any normal circumstance, this would have been thrilling: the freedom!

I know this sounds crazy, but I’ve never really been lost before. However, my younger brother Chase has been very lost before. 

My ultimate dream:
to be on Broadway
An unrealistic dream
I know but maybe...
I at least want to see
a Broadway show
with the big stage
and the bright lights
and my wish was
about to come true
when this disease

If I could break any world record, I would try to build the tallest brownie sundae. The first thing I would do is make many pans of brownies, get many containers of ice cream, a couple bottles of whipped cream, and a few jars of cherries.

This story documents the life of a sap drip in the Twin Maple Sugarworks sugarbush.

If I could be anywhere right now, I wouldn't be in this cold, dark classroom, trying to keep writing so all my writing won't disappear. This sucks. I am the complete essence of misery. I do not care for this at all.

There is a girl who sits at the edge of the classroom. Her long brown hair is in a braid down her back and she pushes her glasses further up along the bridge of her nose. She is called smart, intelligent, and even perfect.

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