The howling wind tightened his hood to cling against his skin. Frost muffled his mouth. “Not yet, Bee”, the rider whispered as he ruffled the stallion’s braided mane. Two braids tangled together, he hadn’t done them as well as Penchant had taught. “Can’t rest yet.”
If not for the lack of blandness, oat meal would be OK. I think that’s probably why people use toppings; berries, yoghurt, sugar, and cinnamon. Seems like self delusion to me but what do I care. Healthy…unhealthy, doesn’t make much of a difference once we get to splitting hairs.
2020 is going to be my sixth year studying at a university level and the anecdotes and lessons I’ve accrued over these years are so many that it is difficult to choose just one aspect to address for this particular issue.
If you, like me, have a massive sweet tooth and the sheer volume of Christmas treats out there is overwhelming, here’s a handy little recipe that combines the Christmassy taste of gingerbread with the creamy sweetness of cheesecake.
Lola waited for the boy to continue, but he stayed quiet. Which was funny because Samuel was never quiet.
“Yeah?” Lola prompted.
“Which one is the gay ear?”
“What?”
My biggest fear starting university had been the studying part, could I after all these years know how to accommodate to that? However, there turned out to be a part of starting university that I hadn’t even considered to be an obstacle, and that was the social side of things.
You may judge tender of me. / Although if to consider the soil, in its bereft state - and poverty - / I could likely see / the judgement you are to make of me.
