Nonfiction

By Jacob Phelps

I'm inspired by people who care, who help, who can do great things but still be humble about it.

I want to thank the voice in my head.
The voice that stays confined in my headspace and communicates solely with me.
The one that whispers to me in the dark and coaxes me out towards the light.

Many of us can relate with bitter indifference to the approaching winter season. 
The sunlight steadily retreats beneath the horizon,
And the last of the sun’s rays follow with it.

My life has a soundtrack, bluesy rock that sounds like cooking with my grandfather on Sunday afternoons, mild indie rock that feels like cool fall air, and walking on pine needles, early 2000’s alternative that smells like cinnamon and my mothers

    Stepping out of the front door of my house, I was immediately greeted by the bite of the crisp morning air. My nose had turned a bright shade of pink that can only be brought forth by the chill of winter.

Dear best friend--

If you were killed, I wouldn’t be at your funeral. 
I would be in jail, for killing the person who killed you.

So much of the time people think you need to "talk things out" especially if you feel you've failed or they feel you've failed.

I absolutely love the winter. Many people hate it because it's cold, but there is a lot more to it than the cold. I mean, I love the cold, but that's not the only reason I love the winter. You can play with your friends in the snow.

Im a teen.
much like every teen, Im in a relationship.
Mines falling apart though.
My person won't commit to me.
The cheat, they flirt, they have so many red flags!

Why do I stay with them?

We need to act now to reverse climate change! Otherwise future people and animals might be deprived of the life we enjoy now.

Humans and wild animals will deal with new challenges for survival because of climate change.