Nonfiction

It's moments like these, moments I want to freeze. 

Running around barefoot in the yard with my siblings and a Nerf football, though only my brother can throw a spiral. 

I know I’ve made it because my hands smell like corn, and by my feet is a can that says Del Monte.

I woke up and saw the salt-trails on my pillow—dried maps of a battle I fought while the rest of the world was quiet. It’s heavy, seeing that physical proof of how much I’ve been carrying, but there’s a strange, fierce relief in it, too.

During the summer, when I need to get away, I go to my spot. Although my spot is open to the public, people don’t walk there much. My spot is tucked away in the forest. A place where only the locals know.

Sometimes a leader is someone who communicates clearly and motivates others, while other times a leader may be quieter and lead by example. Instead of using words, they show others what to do through their actions and behavior.

it is terrifying to read two hundred and fifty-year-old writing condemning the king's actions and realize the president (king) of your country is guilty of all of these         

In the early morning I wake. I dress silently and slip out of my sleeping bag. I slowly unzip the tent flap, trying to let my tent mates sleep. The morning air is cold and biting, and a deep fog encases everything around.

What is "The American Political Compass," and why was it written?

Introduction

I have seen someone blame others for their own problems. You have too. We've all known someone at some point in our lives who has. Maybe even ourselves. Especially ourselves. But that's a topic for another day. 

1. Introduction 

In the dialogue Cratylus, Socrates professed, “There is nothing worse than self-deception—when the deceiver is at home and always with you” (Plato, 1953, p. 374).

I felt the coldness of eyes on me. Looking up, I see a boy with chocolate eyes, staring into my soul. My heart skips a beat, but it’s not a good feeling like in the books, no.

In my room, laying in bed, staring at the ceiling late at night, and curled up like a fetus

Been listening to music for a few while now, thinking about things I shouldn’t