alyssa farrell

My breath dragged through my lungs, slow, scraping. The sound of it filled my head. More fully than the air filled my lungs. My chest...

The floor was not clean. Stretching my legs on the tile, I glanced up again at the screen above the check-in desk. My plane would start...

I can remember sitting in my closet, begging the tears to come as memories with my best friend shrouded my mind. Just moments before, I...

The sun rose calmly over the long stretch of mountains in the Fijian islands as my team climbed into our van and departed for Nawaka...

The wind whipped through my long hair as I sat on a little speed boat, sailing back to Fiji’s main island, Suva, after a beautiful day of...

The blazing sun shone down on me from the deep blue Fijian sky above as I worked my shovel into the hard-packed earth. Pausing for a...

I went on a mission trip. I got on a plane, my passport was stamped, and I stepped foot on an island called Fiji. I wanted to expand my...

Right now I’m on a journey—I’m flying to the Fiji Islands in the middle of the South Pacific Ocean. It sounds somewhat glamorous: the...