something wilde
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But a Dream: Chapter One
It always rained in Brighton. Winter, spring, summer, fall -- it rained. When I was five, it was time for me to start walking to school by myself. So on my birthday, I unwrapped a cherry red umbrella, and a pair of matching rain boots. I loved those boots. When I came home, I always stuck them in the tub and used my yellow pale to pour water on them, washing the mud and wet leaves away. On the rare days that it didn’t rain, I would put my boots on top of my toy chest, whispering to them before I left for school, “Tomorrow”, I’d say.
By something wilde6 years ago in Families
Ten Day Writing Challenge
Day One - Seven Problems with Social Media The social world is a powerful thing in our generation. Unfortunately, it has the power to change people, make them act a certain way or treat others different. Some might make the argument that social media and its short-comings of more harm then good. What's your take on it? Make a list of seven things that you cannot stand when it comes to social media.
By something wilde6 years ago in Journal
- Top Story - April 2018
To My Mother Top Story - April 2018
When I was around three or five, I woke up one night screaming. A rash had formed, going from the base of my neck to the bottom of my stomach, and obviously, to me, that was the worst thing in the world. It wouldn’t stop itching, and you and dad were nowhere to be found. So I yelled louder and louder until you came and found me. Dad took me downstairs while you did the laundry until I fell back asleep.
By something wilde6 years ago in Families
Why Gun Control Is a Fraud
One of my best friends taught me how to load a shotgun about a month back. He placed the giant, heavy firearm in my hands and guided me through each step, placing my fingers on the safety, the trigger, and the belt. Once he walked me through the motions a few times, he stepped back and let me try it myself. I placed the bullet into the shotgun and cocked it. Each time I did it correctly, he would smile at me and say, "Now, you have a loaded firearm."
By something wilde6 years ago in The Swamp
Masterpiece
Girls, we usually have it all figured out, right? Schedules printed and put to memory, Starbucks cups piping hot every morning, friendships solid, relationships sealed. We fight with our moms and stomp to our rooms when our dads make us go change out of our ridiculously cute outfits. It’s verbatim, it’s redundant, and it’s comfortable. We’re used to it.
By something wilde6 years ago in Viva
Darla Milholm
Let me tell you about the things I miss. I miss the way I met you. By far one of the funniest prayer conference memories. We took our fruits of the spirit way too seriously that day. But if I could be the loudest one in the room along with you again, drowning our laughter in white grape juice, I’d run back in a heartbeat.
By something wilde6 years ago in Humans