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The Stalking Dead I was running away from the strange man who kept following me. Everywhere I went he was there. I was trying to escape him, but every turn, corner, or street, he was there. He kept telling me “it’s time just accept it.” As I was running away, he kept stopping in front of me. I was starting to freak out, but kept telling myself “stay calm” but that didn’t work. When I got to my house, there he was sitting on my doorstep. Also next to him there was an hourglass tipped over.…

I won’t say my story is unlike any other. I won’t that I’ve been to the ends of the earth to fight for my honor. I can’t say that my family abandoned me on the steps of an orphanage, or that I never felt love. Those things would be the makings of a really heartwarming story. But, it wouldn’t be my own. Despite never experiencing those things, I am no longer ashamed or scared of what I can say, I’ve seen seen the face of true evil. I went into my freshman year hopeful. I was at a different…

We often think about the endpoint of a journey and not the actual journey itself. The poem,“On Turning Ten” by Billy Collins focuses on this, but on the journey of life. In this poem, Collins tells the reader how growing up in life has rough changes to us, and our journey gets harder as we go on. The author emphasizes on the landmark of passing double digits, and what lies ahead from this. By using metaphors and imagery, the author shows that as we get further into our journey of life, everyone…

"Enjolras, you're coming to bed. Let's go." Enjolras was exhausted beyond belief, and it was apparent with the bags under his eyes and his groggy voice. Pasha had taken notice, and she was not playing around when she expressed her demand. Surprisingly, however, Enjolras did not argue nor hesitate, and he followed Pasha without a word of complaint. She turned off the desk light and led him to his room, separate from hers. "Thank you, Pasha." Enjolras whispered groggily, smiling weakly as he laid…

I want to first start off by saying how sorry I am that the court move was rejected, I wish you luck on the circuit court. I got your letter Tuesday last week, which was when my finals were for my accelerated classes, I hope you won’t get mad at me if I make this letter a bit shorter than my previous ones, but I am a little tired of writing so much for school. You will be happy to know I got all A’s in college so far, mainly because college is definitely easier than high school. I also now have…

I Don’t Like Mondays On Monday, January 29, 1976, Brenda Ann Spencer decided to act upon her desire to “do something big to get on TV”. The then sixteen year old got her .22 caliber semiautomatic rifle, and shot for 15 minutes at San Diego’s busy Cleveland Elementary School schoolyard just across the street. Principal Burton Wragg and custodian Michael Suchar were both shot to death, and nine others were wounded, including eight school children. After Spencer barricaded herself in her home for…

FALLON: “Viola just called and invited me to go to her Halloween dinner, I know it is last minute but would you want to accompany me? It is a costume party, but still I think it would be fun!” REDCROSSE: “As you may know I am not very fond of Halloween and this costume nonsense but I have nothing better to do this evening so yes, I will join you”. (I laughed because it was very typical of him; he always gets angry when Halloween rolls around. We arrived to her house around eight and were…

“Live your life to the fullest because you’ll never know when it will be your time to go”. I know that’s cliché but recently I’ve been thinking about my life and how blessed I am. It’s important that we begin to cherish every moment. The recent police shootings have really been weighing in on my heart. Throughout this week, I’ve thought about Sean Bell and how he was killed the night before his wedding. I thought about Oscar Grant and how he was shot while handcuffed in Fruitvale Station. I’ve…

We were on the road for hours riding in circles, to get to our destination, but it was the one night my friends and I will never forget. It was Saturday August 29, 2015 and I was in Washington D.C. with my three friends: Leia, Kerien, and Breanna. We stayed at the Hostel Hotel downtown on 11th street. We stayed there for three nights and four days. The scary part for us when we were in the lobby and we found out what a Hostel hotel was, we then heard that the rooms were dormitory style with…

What's Wrong With Being A Godly, Manly, Man? One day, while waiting in a doctor's office, I noticed a lady walking across the room with her arms and hands completely loaded down with a box and several files. I was taught to be a gentleman, so I stood up and said, let me help you with the door. Assuming that my request was just a formality, which would graciously be accepted, I had already reached the door and extended my hand to open it when, much to my surprise, she politely declined my help.…