One day there was a girl named Belle, and she loved to read and always love taking selfies. The same day she came out her house and heard it was dance mob and everybody was doing the whip and nae nae. Then while she was walking she sees a man named Xavier, the selfish, bodybuilder that always drinks a lot of ale. Then his sidekick Josh, who does everything for him, and looks up to him starts making fun of Belle’s father. While Xavier tells Belle bad things about her father and his inventions, Belle immediately stands up for her dad.…
The travelers had finally stopped for a break at the What-A-Burger at the South Highway . The freezing air outside was an icy, frigid hand on your back. You could feel the warmth rush through your body when you stepped inside. After these travelers had eaten from the All-you-can-eat-Buffet, they settled down and waited until the stories would begin again. The swimmer stood up and with excitement started to tell her story:…
Screams punctured his sleep like a nail through the skull. Ben fumbled through darkness as his fingers snapped the light switch up and down. He knew the Historic French Market Inn was old and some of the wiring dated back to the 1920s, when Decatur Street was a rough neighborhood teeming with sailors, prostitutes and shady dealings. But the lights were dead. More screaming from the streets, but Ben couldn’t tell if it was someone in trouble or clamoring for beads from atop a French Quarter balcony.…
“If I were Shannon Miller this would not happen,” I often thought as I positioned my body onto the bar. I hated heights and even being a few feet in the air on the highest uneven bar unsettled me. It seemed as if I were on the peak of a mountain top and my oxygen supply was thinning out. Each exhale made me dizzier and before you know it, I would be climbing down in a hurry, anxious to see my score even though I knew it would be low. I hated the fear I felt about practicing on the bars and how I believed that I would end up like my older teammate Chanel, who recently had surgery on both of her knees due to an awful fall in the last competition.…
My Dual Enrollment English class and I recently finished reading your memoir, “The Glass Castle.” The story of your childhood surprised me. Growing up, your childhood was far from easy. You had to mature faster than anyone I know. You had to grow up fast, and it broke my heart.…
Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Billy. Billy wasn’t very well behaved, so one day he skipped school to go on an adventure. You might be thinking, “ Oh, that’s not a big deal”, but it is a big deal. Billy does not live in a normal town, in a normal world; he lives on a planet called Story Haven.…
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.…
The Glass Castle is an inspiration story that has inspired a lot of people to write and or talk about their own hardships in life. In life most people are born without a mental illness and they go through life not knowing what it is like to have one unlike me. When I was born I had Dyslexia and ADHD so I had a hard time in english, reading and staying awake for most of the day. I could never understand social cues or slang…
All the years I’ve lived on Elm Street I have never seen any sign of life in the house across the street, except a family that moved in and moved out only a few weeks later. It’s kind of mysterious actually, and I’ve always wanted to go up to it and walk in to explore. My parents have told me the things they have heard about the house, like there was an “old man whose wife passed away right there in the house, and her spirit still lurks”, maybe that’s why the families have never stayed for more than a month. Sometimes I’ve even caught myself staring at the house from my top window trying to spot things. I want to uncover the real truth about the house that I find myself overwhelmed.…
Long, wide roads, small houses, and steel fences were my view as I walked into an unfamiliar building called Thomas Jefferson Middle School. I did not know anything about the culture or the language; a huge chill came over me, which I have never felt before. I felt goose bumps as I first walked in the building. The building was old and was not well cared for. The colors of the walls were fading and the elevators made the sound of a dying animal when it moved.…
The floor suspiciously creaked when I set my foot down, and a tortured shiver went up my spine. My heart pounded in my chest and the sound travelled up to my ears. I debated sitting at the only school desk in the room, but it's broken, rusted legs deterred me. I folded my legs under my body, and sunk to the dusty, unkempt ground. The floor itself looked like it had been an eggshell white, but had faded and stained into the color of a goldenrod.…
My experience with the after school book club at Madison Elementary today was an exciting yet my patience was tested by a seven year old little boy named Jose. Today I was excited to see if my group would enjoy the book, “Where the Wild Things Are,” due to the fact everyone agreed they enjoy reading adventure books. Consequently, one of my group members, Jose, had already read the book and watched the movie and let the whole group know it was “boring.” Already bored he instantly lost interest in the book and the group and was making it known by distracting the other group members around him. Usually his partner in crime, Gilbert, agrees with him and goes along with him but this time was different and he ignored his friend because he was actually…
I was heartbroken, for the first time in my life. We were walking back to our houses from our neighborhood Christmas party. It was the 3 of us; Emily, Margs, and me. We have been friends forever because we all lived close together; but in school we all were in different friend groups. In school it was as if we didn’t even know each other.…
This room opened in the piazza and had roses all over the window, and such pretty old-fashion chintz hangings as she described. The wife describes this room her husband, John insists on her staying in is big and airy, the whole floor nearly, the windows that look like ways, and air and sunshine galore. She also describes the room as a being a nursery at first and then a playroom and gymnasium. The windows are barred for little children, and there are rings and things in the walls. She then describes the paint and the wallpaper and how she hate it saying the color is repellent, almost revolting; a smoldering unclean yellow, strangely faded by the slow-turning…
Everyone has that one thing in life they enjoy doing. For me that is spending time with my horse, Sparkle. I could spend hours with her every day. I look at Sparkle as my best friend more than I look at her as a horse. So, the day I jumped on her bareback I thought nothing of it.…