Brianna Harpel is an author and artist with a goal to find hope in every situation and spread the light of truth. She enjoys playing board games with her family, collecting dragons, reading, and spending time with friends.
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- Reference PointJanell looked at the track and stroked her dragon steed, “We can do this, girl…” She looked at her best friend, “Ready, Taliba?” Taliba smiled nervously, “I think so. I’m so excited! But nervous.” “Yeah, It’s always like that- I remember the first time I raced! I almost got sick!” Taliba giggled, “Yeah, I remember.” Janell began to speak again but a man stepped out in front of the line of riders. “Ready?” He shouted. Janell and Taliba mounted along with all the other dragon riders. “Get set!” Janell made sure her safety rope’s hook was on right, checked her
- Passion IgnitedScreech. The cell door was yanked open causing Faye’s heart to jump. Orange light flooded the room; her eyes watered and smarted but her weak arms couldn’t rise to rub the burn. She averted her gaze to a dim corner as tears warmed her cheeks. Her heart rushed blood through her ears causing them to ring. Shackles clunked to the ground as the lead chain was unlocked. Rusted cuffs pressed into her wrists as a man jerked her out of the cell. She shuffled irregularly down the dim corridor, dragging her feet while allowing the weight of the iron to
- We Will Not Stay BrokenAugust 7, 1860 Fire reflected off the black window. It was two hours before midnight and five children sat near the hearth, cookies in hand but with only a few bites taken. To the right of them, seated in a rocking chair, was their maid. An African woman in her late thirties who, until a few moments ago, had captivated them with stories. The room adjoining had fallen deathly silent, disconcerting from the previous moaning and screaming they’d heard. In response, they too had ceased their chatter. The eldest, a boy about sixteen, stood and inched toward the door. The
- Liquid Monster~Journal of the day the Japan Tsunami hit~ May 11, 2011 started like any normal day, but I remember all the details perfectly unlike any other. I’d biked to school with my older brother, Yuuto. It was beautiful out and the cherry blossoms were still in bloom, which was unusual for that time of year. I wasn’t very interested in the trees though. I’d raced inside ahead of Yuuto, slowing down once in the hall and walking to my locker looking around for Sumire, my best friend. I wanted to tell her about my birthday that was coming up and