I wake up to the sound of my alarm just like any other day of the year. Except today is special, today is my 17th birthday. I wake up and stare at the ceiling for what seems like an eternity. I try to picture the ridges on my ceiling as snow-capped mountains I will one day explore. Frigid ice caps that only a few are brave enough to climb for fear of freezing to death. Maybe one day I could have been a great explorer. I could have been in the history books as the youngest man to climb Mount Everest or to have discovered some unexplored island where all the dinosaurs live. And just as my daydreams start to get good my second alarm goes off, my daydream alarm, which throws me back into reality. The reality where I’m not an explorer, but instead I’m a high school recluse. Continue reading “G is for Garrison”
In the village, there was a hill. It was a rather tall hill that overlooked the entire village. And it was only considered a hill because all the mountains called it one.
On top of the hill sat a small wooden chair. And on top of the chair sat a small brownish-pink lady. The small lady had on a maroon dress covered in dust and dirt. She sat cross-legged fitting just right on the chair. And a sour expression was fixed upon her face. He lips we pursed in such a way that the wrinkles that encased her lips seemed to be pursed as well. Continue reading “Chiman and the small woman”
“You know I don’t like it when you wear those fingerless gloves, hon…”
“Mom, I’ll be fine. Plus I can’t text if I wear other gloves.”
“What about those texting gloves Aunt Paula got you for Christmas last year?”
It’s the same spiel every time. “Don’t forget to wear a hat! Are you wearing extra socks? You know it’s gonna be cold out today!” My mother exclaims throughout the house as if we had moved to North Dakota yesterday. The same warning of the dangers of the arctic wilderness of suburban North Dakota. But today I was already halfway out the door before she had reminded me to wear boots instead of high top converse. Continue reading “Frostbit”