2004 novels

Fear. What is fear? To some fear is nothing more than an emotion that we feel whe we feel unsecure about something. To others it's a whole different story. Imagine having everything in the world that you ever wanted, and in the blink of an eye it's all gone. One can never get over the feeling of loosing someone special in they're life. To know that the person that gave you everything is no longer around to help you continue in life. This is my fear, to lose more people that mean so much to me.…

The Hunted I didn’t know who I was. I woke up next to a bunch of muddy kids. They all smelled like they haven't showered in weeks. There was two twins, a chubby kid, and probably the skinniest kid I’ve ever seen. Then I realized I smelled just like them. The chubby one woke up startled just as I had. He was confused. He saw me and stared. After a while of his staring my attitude kicked in and I asked “ Can I help you?” He kept staring then soon whispered “Jack. “ I was confused. I looked…

It is September 1st. School is starting really soon for me. I was discharged about a week ago but am still pretty sore. Every thing I see in the corner of my eye scares me and makes me scream, thanks to that dreadful foreboding night. I’m scared for Aiden and my unborn baby regardless on what the police officers said. Jason is still out there and can attack at any moment. The police are on high alert and constant search for him but it doesn’t help me sleep at night knowing he can still find me.…

Bruno’s family walked out on the spongy grass to the center of the churchyard. The women were wearing lacy black dresses and the men were wearing suits. As they approached the immense tree in front of them they saw the casket. Bruno was laying inside. “If only we had ran faster” said Elsa, Bruno's mother. They took their seats in the front row next to Elsas mother and father. The Pastor came to the front and had some kind words about Bruno. Gretel leaned on her mom and started to cry. At the…

Right after I finished the regional cross country meet, I knew for a fact that I was going to go to state! A hard week of practice went by and we were all ready to roll. The rays of the sun had not touched the small town of Stratford when we left for state. After a long dreary ride, we finally got to our hotel and checked in, we decided would go take on an adventure at the mall of Round Rock Austin. We all decided we would stay together since the mall we went to was an outside mall and there…

Dear Emily or Dear Giselle or Dear Solis lol (: well dude it's been freaking awesome being able to hang with you this entire time that was left before boot camp. Now, by the time you are reading this I will probably be gone or ready to leave. There is a lot to say and I am not going to make it short because the adventures we had were bad ass. Well, let us start off when I first meet you. Well, it was when we went to a pool function at Camp Pendleton for a graduation. You might not recall what…

Have you ever wondered how technology is affecting our daily life? Is it causing a negative or positive impact? In the article, “Your Phone Could Ruin Your Life” by Kristin Lewis, she states, “Some experts worry that the younger generation will be so busy consuming media that you won’t be able to create anything of your own.” The technology that we use every day (even for this project) is starting to control our lives. Cyberbullying is one of the most dangerous ways technology is…

Void There are 365 days in a year. There are only 365 days in a year. There will only ever be 365 days in a year. Every time I try to rephrase a sentence it gets progressively more severe; how do I sound less eccentric, how do I tell people what I mean without rambling? I believe that if I get my point across it doesn’t matter in what time frame, if it takes me a year and a half to tell you about the time my dog ran across the road and almost got hit by a car, then it does. No matter how I…

3 YEARS PREVIOUS Patches of grey light twinkled in through the dusty blinds. Dark blue, sheer curtains lazily swept over them. Papers upon papers lay littered around the room. They lied on the unmade bed, the unvacuumed floor, and the little desk next to the door. They were under piles of unwashed clothes and stuck in-between text-books from the local college. None of the papers were blank, but scattered with tatters of poetry. Each writing was on a receipt, a menu, a corner of a paper, a gum…

Everything about you was beautiful and carefree. Like nothing in the world mattered around you but yourself. I never understood why I thought that way when obviously everything around you hurt you. Everything must have bled out of you until there was nothing left but skin and bones that nobody could see. All anybody wanted to help you through what happened, but you wouldn't let them. I thought everything would get better with time. Never did I think that anything would get worse. All anyone…