We must get going before we are left behind; however, I am looking at Eliezer’s foot with astonishment. Meanwhile he keeps asking questions that I have no answer. I have not such plan for my son’s foot. How in the world is he going to run in this horrendous situation? I have no idea what I’m going to do.…
I saw only darkness, save the faint glow of lava rocks in a small hole dug in front of me. I breathe in what should be steaming hot air, but it is dry, yet so hot. Even growing up in Tucson where the summer heat can reach 110 degrees, I’ve never experienced something quite like this. I wished I was playing out in that summer heat, this felt like I was being cooked in an oven. I breathe in again, more dry air.…
The Flower That Never Got to Bloom In the texts, “Called Out”, by Barbara Kingsolver, “EmmMarris: In Defense of Everglade Pythons”, by Andrew C. Revkin, and the short article “Sea Stars”, by Barbara Hurd”, we gain a greater understanding of how similar we are to nature in terms of adaptability, persistence, and resilience. In “Called Out”, Kingsolver, talks about how flowers have to adapt to it’s new environment, the desert. In “Defense of Everglade Pythons”, Marris, informs us about Pythons adapting to the Everglades and some people want them all gone. In “Sea Stars”, Hurd, is informing us that Sea Stars are having to struggle trying to stay alive in a narrow space.…
The owners opened the door and inside was a lot of rambuntious puppies. Except for one. The on was a white puppy with two brown spots on her. I picked her up and she…
“Desperta Laka ,desperta!” mommy says shoving and pushing me to wake up. I can’t breath. I see a orange light roaring through my home town Chala , Smoky air, screaming, and an engine starting up. Suddenly my window breaks ,glass shatters everywhere ,I see what was thrown “ Una lanza” weird shape, holes over it ,and bonely looking.…
Fitzsimmons Helpless Running down the street, I held back a sob. I wasn’t prone to crying, but today was an exception. I kept on running until I got to a dark alley where I thought it was safe and no one would find me. Stopping is something I hate to do because silence makes me think about what had happened.…
On October 8th, 1871, the Great Chicago Fire began. It burned down homes, killed hundreds, and demolished buildings. $200 million worth of buildings were destroyed. It is rumored that the fire was started by Catherine O’Leary’s cow who knocked over a lighted lantern.…
She sighed softly "Yes, I'll get right on that Ms. Andrews," the strawberry petite blonde girl spoke in an almost uneasy tone. It wasn't that she didn't want to go out, well it was. Though it was also that her brother was interviewing at the company she worked for, why they would need a journalist? She didn't quite understand that, but she didn't understand a lot of things that happened there. She had learned over the last four years too not ask questions. "…
CHAPTER 1 OUT IN THE WOODS WITH YOUR CRAZY UNCLE “but mom that’s not fair i’m twelve! Twelve and i still don’t have a pokemon my friend-” you get cut off with a glare “i don’t care what your friends have your not them and what i say goes i’ve never liked though creatures lil devils i tell you” huffing your cross your arms “what’s your problem? Nothings wrong with pokemon their everywhere i mean even old people love them so why do you hate them so much” you mother froze at your question “i don’t trust them” “that’s not-” getting cut off once again her voice is as cold as ice “go to your room” knowing you had no room to argue you run up the stairs doing your best not to cry but failing miserably you never understood your mother she hated pokemon…
My story begins on an Excel Sheet. An Excel sheet on a Compaq computer in a garage filled with giant cardboard boxes. I remember sitting on the steps to our garage; my mother shouting out cryptic patterns of letters and numbers and the soft clicking of my keyboard. After that, is a blur. Probably because I couldn’t see through my teary eyes and smudged glasses.…
The heat felt so good on my ice cold skin. We sat there talking until it was almost so dark that you couldn’t see. But, we thought it would be fun to go back out and see if we could catch the fish in the dark. That was another mistake we made. We got really cold again and our fire had burnt out while we were standing in the lake.…
I finally saw the the beautiful sun for the first time without having to bend my head back as far as I could since I had been in New York. It shone down brightly, warming my skin and glimmering off the glass of the skyscrapers in the near distance. I could finally feel the soft breeze wrap around me and not get deflected from the buildings. I watched the people from the city enter the park and watched as their city attitudes give way to the magical ambiance of the park. I closed my eyes and took it all in, and I could’ve stayed on top of that rock for…
Looking at the greenhouse from afar, I could see a police officer on the inside sealing an envelope with some cash. I knew exactly what he's doing, and it took every inch of me cannot pounce out of my dog house and stop the exchange. But with my morale low, from the rest of my puppies being sold, and my body aching, I slowly walked over and peered through the window. I watched as the dark haired police officer placed Bean, who’s name I got from the jellybean shaped spot that consumed her back, into his car and speed off. I knew Officer Johnson, I had seen him with his daughter frequently around the neighborhood.…
As in most African Christian families, my religious indoctrination started very early, too early for it to really set in. A young child is usually preoccupied with the toys clutched to their pudgy appendages, and I was no different. But, alas, my parents insisted on dragging me to church along with them from as young an age as memory allows. One fateful Sunday morning, in 2004, a stubborn 6 year old me, slowly tortured by the droning of the majestically draped priest, asked to use the bathroom. My mother, ensnared by the Holy Spirit, absent-mindedly mumbled that I get back as soon as possible.…
I looked next to me and found my phone splattered into a thousand pieces. I had lost all my memories, photos, and data in a matter of seconds. I got a feeling of hopelessness and then suddenly my house was on fire. I managed to open my window but i couldn 't jump off since i was on the second…