Aryan's A-Z

The Rise and Fall of Andrew Tate      "He's bald. He's Romanian. He owns 33 cars. It's your favorite misogynist, please welcome, Andrew Taaaaaaaate," Piers Morgan entails with hope for applause, but alas, his show is left to a black screen, as always.      Love him or hate him, you have to admit that internet sensation Andrew Tate has left his mark on the world today. From his kick start on a kickboxing career, to elephantine hubris in shining his wealth upon the world, to his controversial blueprint of the world and a woman's role in it, Mr. Tate has effectively gotten banned from every single social media platform imaginable, only working as a direct counter to his effects on the world. By absolutely steamrolling the public, Mr. Tate has become both a legend and an anarchist, but at the end of the day, it took a 19 year old activist to put him in his place. Oh, not to mention a pizza box that has gotten him detained by the authorities. Buckle in, because ...

 The Final Trigger Pulled A day that flows as normal, As all days tend to start, Bikes screeching ‘cross the pavement, Sun toasting like a pop tart. We sling our bags across our shoulders, Streaming in within each class, The bell rings its familiar chime of commencement, For many unsuspecting, it rings its last. Books clamor down in smokes of dust, And chairs creak back to hold our weight, Hearty laughter spurs to and fro, The epiphany of home, not to truncate. But shorten it will, As teacher’s brows start to furrow, Trepidation weighs the air, Seclusion starts to burrow. Another bell rings shrill, SNAP! Life spurs to war, Laughter cuts into screams, Quick! Somebody shut that door! A window breaks,  a little girl shrieks, Bang, bang, bang, The adrenaline leaks. Like thunder after lightning, Painful noises near closer, Desks slam to a fortress, Students shoved like a bulldozer. A quiet murmur erupts, All eyes are bloodshot, The electricity within us, Each student a kilowatt. Ea...

  Trip to Hawaii      “Cabin Crew, enable jump seat” a static drizzle cut out from a speaker above, as a mighty thud lurched us forwards like ammunition on a slingshot. An assemblage of lights flickered from all directions as both the plane and people retched through the chaos. A thousand metal ramparts screeched as a monkey would with its tail yanked, and my insides shuffled up and down like an elevator gone rogue. Suddenly, we stopped, and for a brief moment, the symphony of pandemonium was curtailed from the conductor’s end. Then, the drop hit.      1 week earlier…      I rustle my fingers and gaze upon the sand dribbling down into the ground. The navy blue ocean glistened by the sun and emanating patches of turquoise hue crashed down upon the shoreline, as clusters of people from all age groups lingered down yonder. I sink into the warm slushie of sand, and gaze upon a neon pink building with the words “Hawaii National Preservation” ...