Opinion

Something I seem to always think back to, is what happens after you die. I used to get trapped in this thought and it was my biggest fear all throughout my childhood. 

Summer is my favorite season. I push through the school year to get to the first day of summer. I go to Maine for a week with my friends each year. I watch the fireworks in a field on a towel during the 4th of July.

If I could run away, I’d be gone. I’d clamber up the fence onto the roof and take off running. I’d bound up into the air and across the fields of puffy white clouds, bouncy and weightless. 

I wonder about a lot of things. Sometimes I wonder so much that I have to block out my questions before they overwhelm me entirely, filling my mind so there’s no room for anything besides queries and doubt and uncertainty.

The memories created in your childhood home, are indescribable and irreplaceable. As the paint of your teal bedroom chips, the lights that are decades old dim, the doors begin to creak, your home has seen every side of you.

Write a fiction or non-fiction story in poetry or prose about the lifetime of an accessory, (a bracelet, watch, favorite pair of shoes, anything you wear every day) from when you get it to the time you must throw it away through this object's eyes

if you could run away, where would you go? who would you go to? why would you run away? this could be super fun and interesting, I personally would enjoy responding to this challenge!

I think it would be cool to do a challenge about the multiverse. It could be if you think multiverses are real, or a fictional story about if you somehow encountered yourself in another multiverse. 

A goldfish. An animal that might seem plain and ordinary at one glance, but it’s so much more than that.

I wonder what heaven looks like. I wonder this as an atheist. Is it space, sailing among stars? Is it merely a concept, eternally to be determined, determined by fate?

I'd like to say: You cannot know, unless you live it. You cannot understand, without experience. I do not understand, nor do I know, what it is like to live in a war zone.

The days leading to the eclipse day were filled with nervous excitement. For a week before April 8th, we kept seeing news reports and weather forecast predicting clouds and chances of rain in our state/area on the day of the eclipse.