This is a map of Grand County, Utah.
Friday has recently become my favorite day of the week and not because it’s Friday. This may sound strange but it’s because I get to go to work.
The whole reason for travel is to experience new cultures, food, and places, right? Not searching for the same type of food you’re already eating everyday. Maybe that’s why I am frustrated by my family and maybe a little of the culture I come from.
Okay, let’s picture this situation.
I cannot be in more agreement with this quote.
What do I do when I’m not writing?
6:10 pm, November 12, 2015, twenty-some, five, including me, women and the rest men sat in U-shaped row lecture room.
I have been blogging for more than two years and so far, I’ve written more than a thousand posts and published about 930. I can tell you that all of those posts were typed using my ancient laptop, a Sony Vaio laptop just two months shy of turning six. It’s been very reliable over the years…
“We are nomads,” a history teacher once told me.
Home, such a simple word and yet, so many meanings.
Or rather excuses I wish the adults around me would stop telling themselves.
…this is my voice.
I told you I was doing Writing 101 in random order, didn’t I? Anyway, the point of the assignment to go to a cafe, park, or a public place and write something that is inspired by what I see. There’s a catch, I cannot use any adverb.
The assignment is to write about a fear, anxiety, or worry. The twist is to write it in a style that is distinctive from my own. I’m not exactly sure what other styles there are to writing but I’m going to try my best.
The assignment is to tell the story in a first person point of view, which is a 12-year-old sitting across the street.
Man, I’ve been just so busy this last month, with school, the new job, and the A to Z challenge, it felt like I spent most of April just rushing from place to place. I am just now catching up with the Writing 101 assignments.
Today’s prompt is way way way too similar to the one I did on March 23 that it’s practically identical. If you wish to read my response, it’s right here. Therefore I’m going to do Writing 101 instead. The assignment is to write a story about my most prized possession.
People say childhood are the best years of a person’s life.
The assignment is to write a post based on the compare and contrast of two things. This is also a response for today’s prompt: Pick a letter, any letter. Now, write a story, poem, or post in which every line starts with that letter.
You know, I realized something.
This was me when I was 11. I couldn’t find pictures of when I was 12. So I thought, this is just as close.
Okay, I’m going out of order here so I can catch up with this week’s writing 101 assignments. This is Day 9’s assignment. I hope you will enjoy my bit of flash. 🙂
I do not know her. We have never met before.