A Change in My Life - Original Writing The significance and intensity of a single word can be beyond imaginable. A word used correctly in a sentence can emphasise different aspects of your life. This can give you the power to look at things close up and magnify faults to help you understand what needs to be altered to achieve the lifestyle you'd always dreamt of. I never thought a word that my friend who dropped out of school came up with would change my perspective…
When I stepped in to my baby 's man cave he was looking sexy ass hell with his eyes low from smoking. I was so happy to see him until he asked me about Pinky and Pooch, I told the truth because he already knew. I didn’t know if he was going to kick me out or knock me out, he had never hit me before but he 'd never been this mad at me before. I 'm so glad he actually listened to Pinky instead of trying to fight which he normally does. Seeing Pinky breakdown killed me but the look on Dmitri’s face…
The glare of headlights in my rearview mirror contributed to the unevenness of my heart. I gripped the steering wheel and squeezed back tears as I sped through the summer night. Ahead were specks of light that sprung up. The tears in my eyes dried as I slowed to a stop. A couple women stood in the middle of a parking lot and they turned as I pulled up beside them. “Hey” One of the women said as she swished towards the car. “Hi” I smiled. “Welcome?” She shook my hand. “It’s good to be back…
When I woke up my head was killing me. I guess I cried too long, I couldn 't remember much from last night. I had to go to the bathroom but when I tried to get up my arms and legs where cuffed to a bed. It all came rushing back to me. Someone had abducted me and I didn 't know where I was. I started screaming, a man came in the room and told me if I screamed again I 'd be a dead bitch, I told him, “I have to use the bathroom, please let me go,” he looked at me and said, “I can 't let you go, cause…
months please, I really want his autograph” Chloe my sister whines. My door is shut and I am laying on my bed, to most I would look calm but really I am waiting for her response ready to run in there if needed. “Chloe, you know how it would look if you are not there, you are going don’t bring it up again,” my mother says. She is drunk, I can tell by the way her words are slightly slurred. I silently wait until I hear her door slam shut. Getting off of my bed I walk into the kitchen where Chloe is sitting…
and actually thinking about the things I have done in life has reminded me of a story that has great significance to me. So much so that I just have to include it for you guys to read, so here it is. I was nine. It was September. I remember it was raining. Actually more like downpouring. My father was trying to get the crops out of the field. At this point in my life I had never really operated any of our machinery. Sure, I watched my dad or my older brother run the huge implements, but I had never…
ever seen before. My six year old self was very intrigued at the commotion all around. Downtown St. Louis was packed and I was full of excitement. Everywhere I turned my head more people seemed to pop up. Music was blasting, and the environment was light up with smiling people and cheery happy faces. All the streets were blocked off and lined with booths and tents filled with the most free samples I have ever seen. This was all I seemed to care about at the time. I clung on tight to my grandmother’s…
shade. My entire body seemed to burning. My shaking hands lifted my aching body from the dirt. My skin was no longer this pale color, but instead was as red as a lobster. There was also dirt covering every part of my body. How it got up my pants? I have no clue, but it was rubbing my skin the wrong way. My eyes traveled to the two large bite marks on my right arm, and my left leg. The blood had congealed, but the dirt was creating this yellow tint around the marks. I tear off the sleeves of my t-shirt…
I had to see Amy right away, no matter what my family was saying. I had just seen her get shot only moments ago and am now getting told that that never happened. I need to talk to her. " You guys I feel fine, this is bigger than my pain. I really have to see Amy as soon as possible. I feel like my dream happened and I really need to talk to her." I said. My dad and the doctor gave each other a look before talking to me. " I don 't think it is a good idea, but if you will only be a few minutes it…
outside. Beside me, my sister’s lithe body trembled. My dad was next to my dead mom’s side, his hands tightly clasping hers. His eyes were bloodshot red from all the crying he did that morning. After the doctor declared that mom was officially dead, my dad let out a loud wailing sound that I would never forget. He broke down and collapsed on the floor with my sister attempting to comfort him. It was shocking to see my dad cry. He was supposed to be strong, nothing should tear him down. My image of a strong…