THEY KEPT GOING . IT WAS 6:00 PM AND OUT OF NOWHERE CAME A DEER OUT OF THE DITCH . THEY HIT THE DEER. THE TRUCK WAS HEAVILY…
Twenty-two years ago on January 4th, 1994, Taryn Staley was up at Finny Cumberlane to celebrate Gary’s, Taryn’s brother, fifteenth birthday. It was her mom, her step dad, her friend (Amy), Gary, her mom’s friend, four or five of Gary’s friends, and herself who traveled up the Finny Cumberlane mountain side. Their day was spent playing in the snow and snowboarding on the small, snow-capped mountain, but the day took a turn for the worse on their way home. “At 10:00 AM everyone met at our house in Burlington with their snowboarding gear, extra clothes, etc. We also loaded up a camp stove, pans, cups, cocoa and a pot of chile with freetos dip chips for lunch.…
Moving Again Have you ever moved schools? Have you lost friends? Well it really stinks. Moving schools have affected me for lots of reasons, but I am getting better.…
Pa and I were driving back home from Uncle Phil's house after helping him set up a deer blind up for the upcoming deer season. Everything seemed normal as usual, we had left Uncle Phil's house and Pa had even let me drive his truck until the dirt paved roads disappeared and the concrete roads appeared. It was at this point where we would hop out of the truck and switch seats. Pa doesn't trust me yet to drive on the highway but I know I'm…
When tim was 11 years old, his family went to a football game. He decided to stay home. When his family was coming home they got in a bad car accident. His dad died instantly as a car soared over the median of the highway and crushed his side of the car. Tim’s siblings, shocked by the tragic turn of events, wondered how something like this could happen.…
We woke up on June 3rd and hit the road again. We were going to try and make it as far as we could today. We made plans to meet up with my dad, grandma, aunt, and brother in Minneapolis, or somewhere close to, for lunch. My dad had been in Minneapolis the previous days, and wanted to see me before I was gone. We met up at a restaurant called Doolittles.…
The man, Tim traveled along a dusty track in his aged, beaten SUV. Tim was a tall man, with unkept hair and a scarred and weather beaten face. His complexion, was tanned from working and living in a semi-desert. The voice he carried was rather rough, probably from living in harsh conditions most of his life.…
there. When I looked around there was no cars in the parking lot. I went in there and saw the same guy who told me that my patent are dead. "What are you doing in my car?"I asked him with anger. "Waiting for you to tell you something, in your car " he said rudely.…
It took them about ten minutes to get there, and once they arrived, they were shocked at what they saw. Blood was all over and my grandpa was lying outside the pickup with his head cut wide open. My dad picked my grandpa and laid him in the back seat of the pickup. Bobby tried to keep my grandpa awake, because he was slipping in and out of unconsciousness. My dad got in the pickup and called the ambulance and recited to them what happened.…
The sudden light still blinded me, so I moved my hand to rub my eyes when my arm knocked into the steering wheel, tipping it over. The car careened to the right as I grabbed the wheel and turned left furiously. The two back wheels slid into a puddle and the back of the car hit a lamppost. My head slammed into the side of the car. Then,…
I am the youngest of my friends so the first day I was eligible for my permit, I went. I remember I was so excited to drive. The morning of my birthday my mom and I went to the Brockton registry at 8:30 because it opened at 9. It was pouring rain but we waited in line outside anyways.…
I first realized I was in foreign territory when I witnessed my boss take a drag of a marijuana joint, take a shot of whiskey and walk out of the bar with a girl he had just met at our show. Suddenly, I was thrust into a world I had never experienced before. I was merely a boy surrounded by middle-aged men, who were seasoned veterans in the field of musical touring. The closest person to myself in age was 10 years my elder. I had not known the hardships I would soon be witnessing while out on the road.…
Flames engulfed my blurred vision as my sobbing, curled up figure choked and convulsed. Oxygen depleted from my lungs as the smoke quickly drew in to replace it. The blazing inferno roared in my ears -- over my piercing screams -- demanding that it be heard. I could feel the intensifying heat, but I was numb to the imminent burns; I was numb to everything. The sky began to blacken, as did my perception.…
As Mr. Wonderful held my head on his lap with one hand, he used the other hand to graze my body within reach over my clothes. I continued to talk until I wondered if I was talking too much. “You are so quiet. Am I talking too much?” I said, looking up at his face.…
The road most people in my community go down you shouldn't expect me to writing this. My family doesn't have the most money in the world and we don't have the most opportunities here. My hometown is one of the poorest in the country and many people would expect me to just quit school and get a job to support my family, but that was not the case with me. I pushed myself to achieve something greater than what others around me have done. I didn't want to fall into the stereotype that because I am part Mexican I’m lazy or just another trouble maker because I'm not that!…