Theresa Williams loved bugs. She liked to watch the way they moved, she liked to watch their interaction with other insects, and she liked to watch their tiny eyes blink. Basically, she enjoyed being crouched...

People omit truth all the time The effect is not so sublime. We can’t build faith, we can’t build trust How does a liar feel this lust? Sometimes the truth is too hard to hear So, in...

At first I had only known darkness, the warmth of the earth, and the coldness of the water that quenched my thirst. Then, after what I assume was time had passed, I came to know the vast, never ending...

The Boy, the Owl, and the Search for Purpose There was a young boy who was sad and distraught, He moped around his quiet, empty house, thinking his life was all for naught, He thought to himself, “Why...

“Are you excited for college?” They all seem to ask me tirelessly, and sometimes I’m afraid to tell them, to let my truth bleed from my mouth: I imagine leaving home almost every day. I...

"I was digging around photos of old people on the internet for my next piece of artwork, and I saw a photo of a skinny Asian man that had a happy expression on his face. I created a detailed portrait...

I sit on a chair, waiting I stare at the screen, dreaming I look around the room, thinking but I can't seem to find it The strokes of my fingers move swiftly The letters on the page appear immediately The...

I don’t know if children are born with a natural tendency to be malicious. There are obviously cases where children are perfect. Take for example Malia. Growing up, my mother would repeatedly remind...

What hidden beauty the world beholds, Pure and untouched. Far closer such splendor lies than most realize, And therefore they do not explore this world; Robots stuck in this urban universe, Blind. Machines...

Are you okay, young warrior? Does the sun's kiss cook you dry Will it leech all your energy If so, then you will die. You've crossed the mighty river Swam through the flood What gave you such strength? Prayer...

I've never been good with words You know, the ones that crawl up your throat From the oxygen and thought that surfaces in your lungs And circulates in your brain Reverberating from the chords of your...

The sound of winter sits inside my head The sound of the wind carrying away the fallen leaves As the piercing wind soars up the crevice in my sleeves The sound of white snow silently engulfing...