Nonfiction

it was a blt, i think
my grandma had made it.
i don't know if she'd ever made one before, but i could find not faults in something created with love. 

hey ywp, 
i'm just gonna throw a copy-and-pasted blurb from my google keep here. i hope to write it soon.

Illion - A gifted singer, one who performs the rituals required, unbeknownst to him.

My act of courage?

I don't think myself a courageous person, but I think the most courageous thing I've ever done is convincing myself that I need to get better.
I'm not as good with words as some others here, but please bear with me.

preschool smelled like the open ground and grassy knolls. how do i remember? i don't. all i can do is look through my memories and try to recall everything. 

6/7/19
Prompt: "Dear me, Please remember"

Dear me, please remember

You're a mess, a beautiful mess

The world is a stage, your stage

You've loved before, you can love again

April 29th 2017

At the beginning,
I didn't know.
And it seems like when you don't know you lean towards
No.
But I wanted to be bold.
I wanted to be remembered.
I wanted to tell stories to my kids and family later in life. 

Write a haiku describing one word. A haiku is a very short poem with three lines in it. The first line has five sylables, the second has seven, and the third has five. 

Find a very famous work of art, then write

You are at a restaurant and you finished eating and they asked you to pay you gave them your credit card and they told you It was expired and you had nothing else to pay with what would you do? 
 

If you see this piece:
Write a letter to someone you don't know very well, or just someone you want to tell something (but don't put their name, you can write dear friend or just hi) and post it on Young Writers Project.

I guess I just thought that I could tell you because you don't know me.
And it's easier to take criticism from people you don't know.
I never meant it to be a school thing,
And that's why I haven't written since March.

Her kisses fell upon my cheeks, as I felt her scrawny body beneath my hands. Smaller than a girl of 9 should be. Her pajamas for tonight scratched against my arms as I hugged her. Fluent Spanish filled my ears, as her soft voice spoke.