short story/ horror/ first draft “God, Gracie, you’re such a prude!” “Not everybody wants to be a drunk, Alison!” Grace Miller snapped back. She should have been used to name-calling at this point in her life, but her insides still went squiggly. She forced herself to turn away from Alison Bowers and her hard lemonade and looked out across the campfire at the other partygoers. The ground beneath her was hard clay, with a cold that seeped up from under her into her bones. S

SMOSH As a neurodivergent individual, when I become a fan of something, I go all in. I am the biggest fangirl when it comes to the things I adore, and there are so many to choose from. However, for the sake of the assignment, I am going to choose what I have been obsessing over lately: Smosh. Smosh is an entertainment company with multiple YouTube channels. This year is their 20th anniversary of their main channel. They have a ton of content, both scripted and impro

I remember in the early days of the internet, there was a legend about an AI that sent an email to someone. All it said was "Hello World." The idea of being able to proclaim yourself to the world appeals to me. Because how many times in our lives were we in control of our own introduction? To step forward, head up, shoulders back, knees straight, hand out, fingers splayed, actual literal eye contact initiated and saying, "Hello, this is me." I know how off-putting that actu