Grape juice in the ice trays, frozen bits of violet gold. They would freeze faster if I could keep the freezer shut. My Dad made them just for us, and my lack of patience, I simply can not control.
By Alisha Scott5 years ago in Poets
The sky was blue that day. Blue like the world was full of happiness and grace. Until the call came to tell me that one of my very best friends on the planet died. He died.
By Alisha Scott5 years ago in Humans
