Extraterrestrial skies

It was time. The last goodbyes, the last hellos. This was it. The sky is a bright orange hue with yellow streaks stroking over it. The September air is flowing its way back into Indio’s atmosphere with a jolting push. Its quiet, except for the distant morning cars on the nearby road. Zach helped Indigo pack the car up. As the last box was placed into the trunk of the car, Indigo took the boy aside. “What am I gonna do?” Zach asked. “You’re gonna go off and be the greatest there ever was.” Indigo

The clicking of her black heels echoed loudly as they made contact with the worn-out cobble pathway. The dull coloured water from the river hit the rocks as the sound of the Big Ben rung, indicating that it was 10pm. Fog littered the poorly lit street and the winds nipped at her nose, only the sounds of her heels meeting the uneven stone could be heard throughout the empty streets of London. She fixed her grip on her newborn, bringing the fragile, olive-skinned baby girl flush against her wool coat

When Kennedy Elmerick began the first day of the rest of her life, it was raining. Well, "rain" was a mild word for it. "Downpour" might be a better a fit. One day and might even mention cats and dogs. Which was unfortunate for Kennedy, who, when imagining this day, had hoped for a bright, clear day. A good omen. Something to signal that "the first day of the rest of life" was going to be good. Finn believed in that type of thing, and Kennedy found that Finn was usually right. Finn was also the one

Epilogue: It was a beautiful, full moon. The sort of moon that shines down rays of light illuminating the darkened streets. Not a breath of wind stirred in the darkness. The night was warm but the girl felt chilled to the bone. She hurried along; bare feet padding silently through the dark alleyways, hoping her parents wouldn’t catch her out this late. She knew she shouldn’t stay at Max’s house too late but he somehow always talked her into it. She speed walked through the narrow streets, feeling

The fluffy, snowflake white clouds play tag in the intensely blue sky. The trees wave continuously, while their bodies remained still. The birds chirped, loudly, outside the clear, old window of the unnecessarily blue antique house that everyone assumed was strange. No one assumed anything strange about the house owners with one daughter, who was naturally spoiled to the core. No one thought anything about her, or how she had an endless amount of shoes and clothes. Not how she never wore the same

If Binge by Tyler Oakley could be summarized in one quote, it would be “Sometimes life can feel like Scrabble. You know you’ve got words in there somewhere, but no matter how many times you rearrange the letters, you can’t seem to make sense of the jumble,” (Oakley 137). Oakley’s collection of memoirs shows the reader many accounts of him not being able to make sense of the jumble like suffering from an eating disorder (Oakley 35), dealing with a heart wrenching breakup (Oakley 117), and experiencing

Dawn descended as the sound of thunder clapped. The Earth shook in a violent quake. A great roar escaped my mouth as my heart broke. For it was not thunder that struck But Gilgamesh. That Beast! I cried in that might roar of mine. When another great bout of force struck the Earth, I tore from my cabin as I ran out into the forest of the Gods. My trees. My perfectly planted Cedar trees. There stood a heaping mess where my masterpiece was once displayed. I soaked in their pain as they took their

filters through the wispy clouds, signifying a new day. The thin clouds slowly drift apart, presenting a beautiful sky beneath. Speaking out to me, the sky seems to know every one of my thoughts, my dreams, my darkest fears. The sky is but a canvas of light, creating a new picture within seconds. Weaving a story through the delicate clouds, the picture grows beyond the expanse of sky. The colors splay before me, painfully beautiful and simple. Pink hues morph into vibrant purples as they blend with

prologue "I walk this lonely road, the only road that I have ever known. Don't know where it goes, but its home to me and I walk alone. I walk this empty street, on the boulevard of broken dreams. Where the city sleeps, and I'm the only one, and I walk alone." - Green Day It was the last day of July, and as usual, it was pouring rain in the "sunny" state of Florida. The rain dropped quickly, splashing to the ground in loud plops. Julia lifted up her hood and continued her walk down the street

I see everything... In the story "An episode of war" by Stephen Crane, is about a man who was scattering his coffee and miraculously shot in his hand. The man goes by the title lieutenant and a name is not mentioned for him. As the sky I see everything,the only difference between God and I,is I cannot control anything. I am so beautiful, do not mean to be full of myself. But,when the sun sets, the sun let's of beautiful colors reflecting on me. I can see everything in this world and have seen everything