• Day 4: Holiday Writing Challenge

    Sweat collects in the rim of my knit hat before dripping down my temples and across my cheeks. It is below freezing outside, almost in the single digits. Still, against this trunk, with the heat radiating off the gigantic, colored Christmas lights, it is as warm as a summer day.  I’d say climbing up the Rockefeller Christmas tree isn’t the highlight of my life. Hands down considered one of the most ridiculous things I’ve done. But you see, I had no choice. I was supposed to stay home, bake cookies with my younger sister, and watch whatever cartoon Christmas movie she wanted to watch. Instead, I was dragged to an…

  • Day 3: Holiday Writing Challenge

    I hesitantly walk toward the TV crew. This house has been abandoned for years, as far as my parents have told me. Why now, the day before Christmas, is there a light inside and a TV crew hovering outside? None of them see me, all too focused on unwrapping equipment and setting up shop. I recognize one van as the local television station, but the others must be surrounding counties.  I walk my way to the cobblestone path–a path I used to walk quite frequently in the summer up until I moved away after I finished college. Typically, I veer off toward the left, going around the home to the…

  • Day 2: Holiday Writing Challenge

    True love? C’mon, this has got to be a joke. I used to believe in true love, that is until the boy I grew up with moved away and I could no longer see him anymore. Up until that point, every person I dated, I seemed to compare with Ray. It was never intentional. I knew that Ray and I lived different lives and that we weren’t right for each other anymore. We had fallen for each other over puppy love that turned into just dating because of proximity. At least, that’s what I convinced myself of. Deep down, I dreamed that our breakup was a mistake. I dreamed that…

  • Day 1: Holiday Writing Challenge

    My fingers tremble, bending the tag between my thumb and index finger. “Aria, are you there?” A velvety voice thick with honey says. “H-how—” I clear my voice. “Do you know my name?” The tag is moist in my hand. I have no idea where this stocking came from or who may be on the other line. I anticipated the phone number to either ring continuously or be a dead number. Never did I imagine someone else on the other line—nonetheless knowing my name. “Oh, dear.” She sighs. “I told Kris that he needed to explain further, that no one in their right mind would understand a vague tag in…

  • A Vote for Humanity

    For the past few days, I’ve been anxiously refreshing my phone, questioning who the President will be and when the new President will be announced. By now, it’s rather evident that Joe Biden is going to win, the numbers are there, but I also believed that with Hillary Clinton, and I cannot get my hopes up until there is an official announcement. As I filter through all the social media, I can’t help but try and figure out how this election is so close. Naturally, I’d assume it’d be a landslide. We’re speaking on behalf of humanity and protecting humanity; therefore, the answer is evident to me. However, I’m now…