Prose pieces by Maisen A. Hill
Prose
Long ago, when I was still unshaped clay, my father called me and my brother before him. His eyes carried storms, and his voice split the air like thunder. He asked: “Are you soldiers… or warriors?” We were young. We did not yet understand the weight of his words. Soldiers
Prose
Neil DeGrasse Tyson once said, “The difference between a scientist and a great scientist is the one who is considered great just asked the right question.” I sat with that thought for hours and eventually asked myself a simple question: Am I working hard enough? As I let that thought