Alivia Varvel
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time is the most precious commodity
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Here at the End of All Things
The world could be ending, and you’d still be dancing around this kitchen. A joke you would tell as I twirled with the dishes lifted above my head to put them back on the shelf or as I tapped my foot and hummed while standing at the stove. And then I would grab your hand and spin you around with me. We would laugh and laugh as we danced in silence.
By Alivia Varvel2 years ago in Fiction
I Finally Listened
My first semester of my freshman year of college, I did not like my English class. The assignments didn't bother me. We would write very basic research papers on fairly simple topics. I mean, it was the intro English course after all. But of course, you can't have your cake and eat it, too. The assignments were fine. The professor? Well... I wasn't crazy about him.
By Alivia Varvel2 years ago in Writers
You Won't Find Me There
I used to be afraid of the lone house at the end of Hatton Drive. Not of what it held inside, but of what it didn’t. “You really oughta go down there and go through everything already. It’s gonna sit and stew and rot. Especially that truck, and I know how much you…” On and on went Kim’s never-ending rant. Yes, I needed to do this and that and everything. And that’s all it was those days. Your grandparents who raised you die, and suddenly everyone needs you to do everything.
By Alivia Varvel2 years ago in Fiction
I'm Realizing I May Have Never Really Grown Up. Top Story - September 2023.
Fair warning, I am not an interesting person by any means. I usually struggle to come up with fun facts about myself whenever I'm introducing myself to a new group of people. But, I thought this was a fun prompt and hope it will help me with having some fun facts in my back pocket for the future.
By Alivia Varvel2 years ago in Confessions
Do It Scared. Top Story - August 2023.
I believe it was the winter of 2006 when I logged on to the family computer. It was a big hunk of a thing and sat on a wooden desk in what was aptly named the computer room. There were other things in there besides the computer – the ironing board, boxes upon boxes of old family videos, and the overall miscellaneous junk that tends to get accumulated over time that doesn’t have anywhere else to go. But it’s the computer room, because that’s the main purpose of it.
By Alivia Varvel2 years ago in Writers
