Her watery brown eyes stare back at me, looking through my soul, pleading with me to stay. Memories flash through my mind of her and me – some happy, some sad. I watch as she is taken further...

     The sand went on and on in waves, each enveloping the next. The sheer size of the area combined with the last rays of the setting sun sent a sense of awe through my shivering body. It was cold...

     I had never wanted to lose her as a friend. She was one of those people who just understood me so well. She could finish my sentences and order exactly what I wanted off a restaurant menu. I trusted...

    It was almost like she was dead. I remember my mom telling me not to say that, but it was how I felt. For the past 13 years, my older sister had been with me through everything. Through the six...

     The antique photograph sits on the sturdy oak desk, worn and decrepit, I’m nervous to pick it up in fear that it will crumble between my fingers. I conquer fear and gently lift the yellowed...

When Sunday morning rolled around, I found the energy to clean my room, which was sadly destroyed by my terribly messy habits. I hung up clothes. I put away random papers or shoes. Lastly I stripped the...

There is a place on Harvest Hill that is home to many. They live in a brown brick building with many windows. It stands next to a neighborhood and looks as if it could just be any home. Inside there’s...

     The sound of my violin echoes off the wall in an almost-surreal manner. It is 10 times louder in this practice room than the ones I am used to. I feel claustrophobic too, even though this room...

  Staring down at the old oak desk, I imagine how many times my papa sat down and wrote there. I imagine the care and time he put into writing each of his books. I imagine this timeless study in the basement...

It is not often in life that one’s heart falls to their stomach and the whole world shatters as if it were a simple glass pitcher. No one should really have to experience this, but as I sat in my bed...

      If  I could trade a day for a day I would trade the worst day of my life for tomorrow, or tomorrow’s tomorrow, or tomorrow tomorrow’s tomorrow’s tomorrow. The worst day of my life...

     In the years leading up to 12th grade, I had always heard that senior year would be the best year of my life. I heard it at parties I attended with my parents when they told people I was in high...