Tend to Creativity

They had tended to the soil as best as they could; watering, gently massaging the loose dirt into a firm and secure spot and even alternating the amount of sunlight the little brown pot was exposed to. And yet, there the two children stood, with barely a nub pushing through. The younger brother plopped down …

Buried Voice

This wasn't the first time that he had been left speechless, his voice buried under a mass of anxiety. As he fidgeted with his fingers at the podium, he tried to bury the unwanted voices; murmurs of concern from the faculty, confusion from his more compassionate classmates and jeers from his peers. He swallowed heavily …