I am brown/Brown, dirt is brown/They think I am dirt, dust/
They clean me out from underneath their fingernails/Wrinkle their noses in disgust/
But no, I am brown/Brown, black soil, fertile/I am soil/I am your roots/Without me no trees/No oxygen for you to breathe... Read on
Tag Archives: Decatur Book Festival
Victoria Schwab's book deals with humans and monsters, and sometimes they’re interchangeable, depending on the character. The power of music was a good theme to approach, so I did. “I've always found people who play an instrument to be vaguely supernatural. Music is how August nourishes himself, but for Kate, it represents a fear of silence.” Read on
I’m not here to teach you anything. All I want to do is create stories where you can read it and be like, "Yo, he looks like me, sounds like me, he’s dealing with some things that I may be dealing with." Read on
Events like this remind everyone that teens do a have a voice — a loud and creative one at that. Read on
Because we are teens, we can speak to the difficulties of making the mental shift from summer vacation mode to back-to-school mode. Especially when you have had a summer as eventful as ours. Read on
I have no clue why she would be dressed up this nicely at a train station but that is non of my business/ The point is that I wanted to complement her/ But being that most of my friends are women/I've heard enough creeper horror stories to know that if I didn't approach her correctly/
I could go down in her own history book as another creepy ass guy on the train trying to holler/So I didn't/I still don't Read on