Walking up the drive towards the cottage, Sam thought about just how freakish it would be to be chased by a half-naked, bearded man. That sight seemed fitting to Sam, and enough of a scare to not bother the boys’ mothers. As he hobbled his way towards where the front door should have been, nursing what he thought to be a pulled hamstring, Sam took a moment to reflect on the splattering of eggs. The yellow yokes harshly contrasted the deep blackness of the wood shingles. He found the empty carton cast haphazardly next to the blank spot in the rock border. The Boston boy, having used the last of the eggs, decided to instead throw a rock in an effort to impress his new friends.…
Things have just not been the same here at Blue Gate. A year ago, my sister Ro was found dead on the beach covered in blood. Nobody knows what happened to her. My father is convinced that it was her boyfriend, Cage who killed her. Now my father is obsessed with finding him and getting revenge. My sister Elle pretends as if nothing bad has happened. She is just walking around the house thinking she is turning the house into a charming southern bed and breakfast. Lance, the boy who found Ro, is back. He has been gone on an exchange program for a year. After years of pining for Ro, he is now focusing all his attention on me. Just think about it makes me all hot and flushed. Why is he paying attention to me and how does he fit into the story of…
As I drive up to the Stone Center, I notice there were people and children already here. When I walk inside the Stone Center, there were Halloween decorates all over the place. The tables were cover with a black cloth, orange Halloween bucket filled with crayon for the children, and Halloween coloring books on the tables. Don't get me start on the food. The smell of the delicious food reminds me of my mother homecooked meal and the cupcakes look beautiful with orange frosting and colorful, Halloween sprinkler on top of it. As people started coming in, I got to worry that we didn't have enough chairs as so many people there was.…
I yearn to shatter my chrysalis To rupture my chrysalid womb to find myself in another realm without protection As I forgo my haven of Safety and security I find the life and blood pumping into my wings My wings crinkled and wet As delicate as rice paper Gaily intricately coloured in scarlet hue, those vivid yellow blades All radiant and fiery as the sunset A throbbing pain shot through each spread of these newly acquiesced defenseless delicate appendages…
Even a whole year later I still felt responsible for his death; I was a wreck. I was still regretting how I treated him. So I take it as no surprise when I saw him for the first time after his death; I thought I was going crazy.…
The past few days at placement have been an emotional rollercoaster for me. In past few days I experienced tears of joy, and tears of sadness, one moment I was happy with a survivor’s growth and the next moment I was heartbroken to hear the struggles they faced to be where they are at now. At one point I felt like I had no control over my emotions and it was my emotions that had control over me. I felt so weak when I had no control, but I also felt good and free to let all my emotions out. The past few days at placement made me reevaluate certain things in my personal life, and changed my perception for a lot of things.…
“Like everyone I slipped into adulthood like a delinquent through the back door”, Charles Finch. The pivotal moment in my life was when I discovered helping others is my true passion. As a child, one’s parents guide and attempt to discover who he or she is, but at some point, every child must break away and learn for oneself.…
My special place is the country in Bristow, Oklahoma. When I am in the country I hear the goats “baa-ing”, the stomping of their feet hitting the grass, the pigs snorting, rolling around in the mud, and the dog barking. I see my two children running around messing with the dog and running away from the daddy goat. My dad and grandpa are drinking beer and messing with a car or staring at each other. The baby goats are following their mother around everywhere. There is nothing but green grass and a bunch of energy from the animals. I smell goat poop, the pig’s nasty, natural smell they have and the fresh, beautiful, dirt road air all at the same time. I see green grass, a bunch of big, green trees, and pretty flowers bloomed. I walk behind the…
do this by letting them make their laws that end up taking basic rights,and I…
In pure excitement of creating my own little cartoon, Oswald the Rabbit. Here is a fluffy,…
I honestly don't think it's possible to look at photos of Julia Child cracking up in the kitchen and not feel better about life. Her enthusiasm was — is! — infectious, and these photos prove it. Whether wielding a large knife over a row of chickens, or gleefully cutting into a fish the size of her torso, you know in those moments there was nowhere else she'd rather be. Cooking is supposed to be fun, people! And Julia would never want us to forget it.…
I waited for an answer as I heard footsteps from down the hall, and I could see a figure of a man.…
I enjoyed my hour and six minutes in the wild. It was a little cold, but nevertheless beautifly. I was at peace and I felt closer to God. I wonder if that is how Chris McCandless felt when he was in the wild. He couldn’t just sit around like I did. He had to survive. Food was an issue for him as well as running water. While I was already fed and could easily go inside my home to get a drink. Even though, I wasn’t in the actual wild, like Chris, my backyard was just enough.…
At the third call of my name, my eyes are open and adjust. The smell of dust and chlorine fill my nostrils. I sit up and become conscious my right ankle is trapped in a metal restraint that is chained to the cold concrete ground. I give the chain a few hard pulls, it’s no use, it’s blotted tight to the ground. My stomach starts to knot and my pulse increases. Where am I?…
Blinding sunshine flooded into the room, coating the furniture in a vibrant golden sheen. Baking bread lightly perfumed the air, soothing my olfactory instantaneously. Morning had most assuredly broken. I looked around and thought plaintively, What should I do on this lovely morning? As usual, my response led me to the Baldwin Acrosonic piano across the room. Due to my perceptible laziness, I avoided pulling out any new manuscripts from storage, leaving me no choice but to read through the music lying open upon the desk: the great Nocturnes of Master Frederic Chopin. I began randomly flipping pages until a lovely F-sharp minor key signature caught my eye. I just had to play this! I started scanning the piece to check for technical difficulties.…