“The pen is mightier than the sword,” she said, and all I could think of was that the bad guys don’t use swords anymore. Words can stop you from being sliced by those glorified knifes, but that isn’t the problem anymore. Continue reading On Pens and Villians
So, young Padawan, let’s get this straight. Do you want to ski like the pros? Do you want to take your current skiing abilities and get them to the level of Lindsey Vonn and Bode Miller? Continue reading Skiing – A Crash Course
Dear Kat,I hear you’ve been smoking a lot. When Alex last visited he said he was worried about you. Continue reading Dear Kat
Merrick didn’t mind much, being a farmer. He had been one all his life, so it wasn’t like he knew how to do anything else. He had been born a farmer some nineteen years ago, raised a farmer, and would, more likely than not, die a farmer. Continue reading Merrick the Farmer
I love the sound of silence as it seeps in from the seams of the ceiling,twisting its way into me until I am steady and certain, Continue reading Untitled
Things, they fall apart.From dust to dust, they say.The screeching star will supernova;light will burn away. Continue reading The Omen
It’s 8:20 am and Ms. Aransky’s yoga class is disrupted by the sudden and prolonged groaning and slamming coming from the weight room next door. One yogi, junior Ethan Weinstein, said he just took yoga as an easy class because who would want to do anything so early on a Monday A block? Continue reading Alan Rotatori and the Ubermensch
