The walls were a patch work of misshapen boards with large gaps between them, the floor consisted of rotting layers of grease and dirt, caught shafts of light slanting down through spaces in the roof. A large hole in the corner served as a…
Suddenly, a brilliant light showers the darkened stage. The pianist begins daintily playing the intro music. The beautiful, giant burgundy curtain parts to reveal the set stage. A hush comes over the crowd to confirm that it is…
It was a rainy night, an overcast kind of night as a lot of teens and young adults crowded outside Brooklyn’s “Baby’s All Right” waiting to be let in. “Baby’s All Right” is a bar, diner, and music venue all in one, with it’s stage and floor situated in the back. The stage has speakers, microphones, drums, turntables guitars and so forth situated on it. As we all waited patiently in the rain for what seemed forever they finally began to check tickets and let people funnel into the back.…
There’s a little slice of Heaven in Marshall, Texas, where the sun shines through the pines and the sound of cicadas serenade you throughout your afternoon and the lake shines like a plate of polished silver in the early morning sun. When I first came to Camp Fern, I was on my own. Everyone else had known each other for at least two years, so I was the odd one out. In my cabin there was the usual sort. There was the popular one, the attention seeker, the joker, and the one you love to hate.…
My granddad house was my sanctuary. I always went when I needed to get away from my problems. This helped me since I suffer from depression. It is takes me away from the pent-up anger and emotion. I don’t know what is about being there…
Oh what a time to be alive! Since my birth in aisle 12 at the Newington, NH Home Depot, I have loyally served my host family the Neilsons. Although life is not always pleasant I make due with the annual bath. I keep all of my family’s secrets. I know what even they don't know.…
Have you ever looked over a fence, around a corner or peeked into your backyard from your window? Have you ever made believe that you were Captain Nemo on his submarine "The Nautilus"? It was fun when I was young. The wonders of childhood I shared by making a periscope for my children many years ago and they enjoyed it too. Access to better materials has allowed for improvements and better durability.…
Throughout my life, I have been the victim of several burglaries. At the age of seven, someone, in broad daylight, broke into our house and shot my dad in the chin. I was displaced to my aunt's house for weeks and missed most of my 1st grade year. When I was seventeen, I walked in on my home being robbed by some local kids. They were upstairs when I came into the house and escaped through a window, but the idea that I could have come home earlier still haunts me.…
As I brainstormed about things that I carry, nothing stood out. Not a single prized-possession, no metaphoric symbols, no family heirlooms, not even an everyday object that I could somehow pull a deeper meaning out of came to mind. I had no words to describe what I carry, nothing at all. And I then realized that I couldn’t have described it any better. I carry nothing.…
My roomate has had an up and down issue with body weight, body image and self confidence. He has a happy and positive personality but struggles with living a healthy lifestlye, he wants to change that and admires that i workout a decent amount and try to eat relitively healthy. I tell him it is not a diet it is a lifestyle. He is motivated and wants to pick up football and try out for the team, and has asked me to help him come up with a one month plan to help him lose weight and get his fitness journey and new lifestyle started. The reasoning for him getting to the position he is in with his body was becasue he grew up in a household with lots of cooked meals and going out to eat, as he grew up those habits stuck with him and the effects of the world and his environment took a toll.…
One day I was cleaning my house, and while cleaning my out my closet, I find a box of glass balls in my closet. And, then I called my mom and dad, they told me that to take out the glass ball from box. Then was taking out one glass ball from the box, but I drop the glass ball. Can you make a guess what I saw in glass ball, I saw a person.…
I spent two months in California and basically brought my entire closet with me. While I was packing for my trip, I knew I was bringing an excessive amount of clothing but, I justified myself by saying "you never know where you'll end up going." Fast forward two months, I wore the same 5 outfits the ENTIRE time. I had the closet filled with dresses and jackets that I did not touch and were honestly collecting dust during the two months. This is when I realized I may have a shopping problem and need to purge my closet.…
Inherited Treasures Walking through the doorway to my bedroom, I recognize many unique and vintage objects that I have inherited from my deceased grandmother. About ten years before I was born, my grandma, Katie Binder, lost her life to breast cancer. My father and his family have told me about my grandma’s love for making beautiful, lively artwork. Over the years, I have inherited several of her paintings, a collection of her vintage cameras, and one of her homemade cloth dolls. These treasures I inherited from my grandma have become some of my most prized possessions because they not only hold memories of my Grandma Katie, but these three objects have also shown me what an amazing and talented artist…
My most valuable possession was my house. It wasn’t anything fancy or exquisite, but it was there that I had spent the precious moments, however few, with my beloved dad. I remember that we would spend hours playing, running around the arched, brightly lit corridors. On either side, I recall the large mahogany doors which would fluidly open to reveal ancient, chestnut-brown rooms with antique, twin bed frames which were confined within. I will never forget the uncanny gargoyles that were suspended onto the wall behind, the very same monsters who would assault my sleep and curse me with countless numbers of sleepless nights.…
"Okay. Thanks, I'll be back in a moment" I say, as I scoot my chair out from the table, and stand up. Then, as I'm almost about to walk out of the kitchen. A question pops into my mind, I stop walking. I look over my shoulder back towards Zach, who's still sitting at the table. "…