Now this is where I`m supposed to write “all about me”. This is where I become lost. I mean, come on. I wouldn`t know where to start. But I guess the best way to have an idea what makes me tick and what ticks me off is by checking my journal that i fill with endless ramblings about whatever and whoever catches my fleeting fancy or rage. :)…
Two years ago, on a cold Saturday morning, I prepared for my first ever track tryout. I took a shower, put on my clothes, and got into the car. On my way to practice, I felt strong physically, but I also had an undefined, jittery feeling about how the day was going to go.…
Now, I wake up on this soft patch of grass, I do not see anybody the first thing that I did was call out for Peter since he was on the plane also. I searched and searched but it seemed like hours go by and I then spotted someone he was in my class. He looked as scared as I felt, so I wave my hands around frantically so he can see me. We stay with each other until we found another boy and then another boy, so now in total, we had a group of 4 boys all around 6 and 7 years old. There was chaos in the group none of us knew what to do or where to go, some ok all us were on the brink tears if not full on crying.…
My named Mrs. peacock and I didn't kill Mr.Boddy. Most of my husband where magician's. They did the diapering act and never came back. But the light went out. Then I herd the gun shot. Then the lights come back on.…
As a police detective, I see a lot of things ordinary men can’t even fathom—serial killers, rapists, drug lords—but nothing could have prepared me for the Dyer Street case. It started out like any other home invasion: a local woman went to bed with her family when all of a sudden she heard a scream coming from her son’s bedroom. When she entered the room she found her son on the floor, unresponsive.…
We rushed out of the door as we felt relieved that the horrifying experience was finally over, but it was definitely worth the long, but seemingly short wait into the asylum. Every Halloween, my mom and I will return to the Baldwin Asylum. We will always remember the fear that ran throughout our veins before we take our first step into the darkness once again.…
I honestly have no idea, but I really wanted to tell Simon and the police officer the truth. My body just wouldn’t let the answer come out, like I was under a spell. Also, they would have thought I was crazy. I mean, they were standing right there, and I was the only one who could see them. I thought I was daydreaming until they told me I may be one of them, a…
Hola Diana, hope you are enjoying your week, and a happy easter to you too. Yes I saw those videos of the ice bridge collapsing , it must have been amazing to be there hearing all the noises of the ice craking and the thunderous sound of it falling into the lake, you wouldn't want to be in a fishing boat there when that crashed. Not looking forward to this saturday without the 60's show, and it will be sad to loose the people that can't make the sunday slot. I'll post this bit before it crashes again.…
“No one is gonna save you. Do you honestly think someone cares about you? You have been missing for over six days, I don’t think they miss you. I thought you had a brother, what was his name? Joshua, Jason, Jacob, no it is Jackson. That’s right, although he goes by Jax if I remember correctly. Where exactly does he think you are.” Nic demanded.…
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…
A few minutes had passed since I last talked to Mrs. Morrow, it was getting boring. Mrs. Morrow made me think about old Ernest. How everyone hated his gut, but to his mom he was an angel from heaven. He would always tease you and make fun of your clothes and one time old Ernest and I almost got into a fight.…
do this by letting them make their laws that end up taking basic rights,and I…
I always keep this poem and picture in my wallet. I take it everywhere with me because it means quite a lot to me in two very different ways. One of those ways is because it holds sentimental value. When I was younger I learned to read very late in life and I was always so embarrassed of that. My father knew that I was struggling and bought me the book, Where the Sidewalk Ends. It is a book full of poems and little pictures written by Shel Silverstein. I remember opening the book to ta random page, and it was the page with this poem. I then remember my dad asking me to read it to him. I was so uncomfortable, even thought I was just going to be reading to my dad. He gave me some words of encouragement, and even thought I was not able to read…
When I got to St. Vincent’s hospital I thought I was in labor but the doctor said my water wasn’t broken yet. So I had to walk up and down the hallway for the baby to come down. Then finally the doctor pulled my water. And oh my god I was in so much pain. The nurse said” Keep pushing, the baby is almost out.” With a final push I had my baby. She was the most beautiful little baby with dark hair and big light brown eyes. I called Diana.…
I walked on a thin layer of ice in high school; every time someone judged me, I could hear the ice slowly cracking under my feet. My life was in a fragile and brittle state during my junior year. I didn’t have the support of my parents, nor of my closest friends at this stage of my life. My own parents, teachers, and classmates had lost faith in me; to them it seemed as if I had ruined my life and that I would no longer succeed. On the contrary, I was determined to be successful because now I had someone special looking up at me as their role model.…