My Math Competition

When I was in 6th grade, my dad had signed me up for a math competition. While even the thought…

Writing about Writing

“One hour left!”These three words knocked me back to reality with a jarring impact. I stared at my blank document…

Why Poetry Matters

I first started writing poetry because I couldn’t fall asleep at night. With all my thoughts running amok in my…

The Day My Brother Left

It was the night before he left, and I could not sleep. It was 11:56 PM, and I was rolling…

Super Girl

The morning air was filled with excitement, and a cool summer breeze hit my face as we drove towards the…

Super Girl

The morning air was filled with excitement, and a cool summer breeze hit my face as we drove towards the…

The Prelude

In a doctor’s office, you are surrounded by white. White tiles, white halls, white chairs, white clothes, and white rooms….

Of Silly Stuff and Spiders

On my 10th birthday, I went to Six Flags Great Adventure in New Jersey with my family and friends. It…