reached the doors they opened into a large conman room filled with people a massive Bronze dragon sat in the middle of the room it was Saddaball. “What do they call you” his voiced boomed. Cale muster all his courage and respond “Cale master.” “Cale he said you are here to be reborn in fire.…
How did I become the woman standing today? How did I develop from the darkness I felt? It is not an easy process and its weird because although I am doing well and I have grown a LOT... I also feel like I am in a weird box of “I am just NOT the same...”…
“I want to be just like Dorothy when I grow up,” I exclaimed at the age of three. Immediately, my parents burst out in laughter. At that age, becoming Dorothy and living out the Wizard of Oz seemed like a great idea, no matter how ridiculous it sounded to my parents. I would get to wear my hair in beautiful braids, have a cute little dog, loyal companions, and strut along the yellow brick road in my ruby red slippers, tackling every challenge that came my way. Becoming Dorothy Gale was my dream.…
In my heritage, when a girl reaches the age of fifteen there family throws a symbolic party for them, the celebration is called Quinceañera. It is viewed as a way in which a girl becomes a woman. The photo above was taken during my Quinceañera in August about a little over a year ago. This is viewed as a girl’s true becoming interconnected with the outside world. Before reaching of age, girls are viewed as a humble and fragile object that needs the care of the family to survive.…
Nothing was making me more excited than the idea of trying a new type of wine, this “Amontillado”, that my friend offered me to taste and judge, to have an opinion from my point of view. I think he is not entirely convinced of the quality of his product and wants me to check it out., since he’s aware of my big knowledge in the field. I start feeling a little confused, because of all the liquors and different alcoholic beverages he made me drink during our little journey underground, but I’m sure that we are very close to find the barrel. Here we are! My friend brings me in a little room made with three walls and he starts giving me details about the wonderful wine I’m about to taste.…
The next morning I woke up and dragged myself out of bed walking over to the mirror I had my mother’s long wavy brown hair and my father’s pricing stormy grey eyes, I sighed remembering my parents and walk out my room.…
Walking away from the restaurant I stood there in the parking lot looking at the map and at the road. It would take far too long for me to get there. Seeing that Lestallum is Northwest from here, plus she told me that most areas are on lockdown and would be hard to get through. I also remember what the chef said she told me some areas are locked down, and that no one can get through them.…
“I don’t want to go!”, cried my five-year-old self as my mom dragged me to the plane that would change my life forever. It was the first time, of many more to come, that I was stepping on a plane. This plane, in less than eight hours, would send me to Madrid, Spain, where my dad was waiting for me and my family with a brand new life prepared without my consent. In 2002, Argentina was not going through a great time. It was recovering from an economic downfall that was called “El Corralito,” something that quite resembled the Great Depression that took place in the U.S during the 1930’s.…
I walked up to the steer I was working with and pet him on the head, letting him know I’m friendly. He jerked in fright, and suddenly he turned his head and stared at me like a monster. So many large animals makes you feel vulnerable no matter how big you think you are. I got to the state fairgrounds just in time to wash the cows. I’m not sure who washed who…
I walk into the sweet fragrance of cinnamon. My mom greets me at the end of the hall. I kick my shoes off just to relax. I bolt up the stairs and smack the wall in my room to turn the fan on. I put my backpack down and go right back down the stairs.…
After the game, Jessica’s dad ran over to the girls and congratulated them with hugs and high fives. “Awesome game girls, let's sit in the shade and get some fluids.” Amanda and Jessica followed him to a shady spot near the tree and stripped off their socks and shoes. They knew better than to run around in the sun and heat when they had three more games ahead of them, and they definitely knew that they shouldn’t argue with their coach. Their hour break was flew by; the girls lounged in the shade and shared headphones.…
My dad has grit, how you wonder? Last year he passed an old, faded school bus, when he was on duty rushing to a call in his old Ford Police SUV, he passed the school bus with worry on his face, hurrying to get to the mysterious man taking pictures of houses, the bus driver had called him in because, he passed her when she “had her lights on” he had taken the blame for it and received the ticket and court date. He knew that her lights weren’t on he had video of it. About a Long week and a half later. His jury had arrived to the stand with his lawyer on one side and the bus driver on the second, he was not guilty.…
I didn’t know what I was going to wear to the bar tonight. Johaly and I were the same sizes, so I tried on a few of her things. “Girl you got a cute shape. I wish I had hips like that.” “These saddle bags run in our family and no matter how much I exercise they never go away.”…
Confession “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” I began slowly, “It has been two months since my last confession,” picking up the pace as the familiar rhythm and motions overcame the meaning of the words. Recalling the familiar script, I recited the words to the beige screen that separated me from the priest. My eye stared ahead blankly, and my mind wandered to the beginning of an ache forming in my knees. As the script came to an end, I shifted my weight, hoping to stave off the coming discomfort. Between the rehearsed and improvised, silence hung in the air.…
Statement of Intent My first piece is a creative writing that shows a character being present in a slum similar to, from the characters present in the poem ‘The Blessing.’ Through this I have shown his struggles. My second piece of writing is a film review on Tom Hooper’s ‘The king’s speech’. It shares my thoughts about the film.…