Creative Writing
By: Paige M. Christensen And when the sun peaks over the horizon, we should all be reminded of why we wake. The snow glistens on the rooftops and the quiet woodland birds will take a shake. The ones that don’t fly south, will not boast nor regret, because the
Creative Writing
A beautiful, beautiful experience, that we all play everyday. I was ten with a scuffed knee, learning how to jump without falling. Now I’m seventeen and still missing the timing sometimes— Late buses, late texts, late nights where the computer screen is the only light to be shown next.