2007 albums

Music is one thing that we rarely go without every single day. We encounter it in our homes, our cars, the coffee shop, and even at work. I am willing to bet there are some songs that really poke at you when they play. They touch your heart or emotions in one way or another. Maybe it is a motivational song that helps get you pumped up for a workout. Or maybe it is a slow song that was played at a loved one’s funeral and every time you hear it you are swept away with memories of that person.…

Annabeth wasn't dead. She wasn't all that sure she was alive, either. Her body felt heavy, like one of the anchors in the boats her dad used to take her fishing on when she was younger. She felt like she was girl made of a hard metal and she couldn't move. She could feel her surroundings; she could feel the soft padding of the surgical table underneath her, she could feel the rough fabric of the dress she wore. She just couldn't move. She wondered if this is what dying was like. What if you're…

Seventeen: Freedom at Last Anna attempted a Foxtrot in her new baby blue shirt and white blouse with a ballerina butterfly brooch pinned to its collar and patent leather shoes. She dipped smoothly and spun around and surveyed her reflection in the mirror. She had not seen herself since Miss Muller's basement and the image that was reflected back made her gasp. She stared at her gaunt features and into her sunken dull blue eyes. Her knee-length pleated skirt loosely dangled from her emaciated…

He burst out into the light, the stone under his feet turned to soft grass. The light was so bright and beautiful. Yet Amaimon found he was not fully outside, but in a garden. He had thought the palace only had garden. It was walled in, he could not escape from here. Tears filled his eyes as that hope flew from his mind. He brushed the tears away. Oh well, he told himself, trying to cheer up, at least you can still come here while father is out. At least he got to be outside for a little while.…

Being a man, I wouldn’t see her eyes. “Remember that fifth of July at Poway Lake?” I’d ask her. Remember that one flag, which had fallen off of a car window during the fourth’s fireworks display. I took it, washed it, and hung it from the mobile lab’s window. Now she’d sigh loudly. Being a man, I wouldn’t hear her. At night I stored the flag in the top shelf. A co-worker used it to wipe hot asphalt from a test pan. When I confronted him, he said it was just a rag. Now, my wife would signal for…

Byron Center- On May 23rd, and eighth grader by the name of Jaydyn Winter decided she wanted to help out her aunt and uncle both. She took the challenge of doing something she never really has done before and cleaned their pool. Both her aunt and uncle were involved in a motorcycle crash long before she was born, which left them both in wheelchairs. Which meant it was harder to do some more ordinary cleaning task, like taking care of there pool. While she was pretty tired from her day at school,…

Author Book Analysis “Kasey reared up and screamed. Like a garish painted scarecrow, a woman's face popped into her line of sight. They were no more than six inches apart. Kasey saw a frenzied green eyes, raven hair pasted in wet, messy strands across her face, and two hands pressed in supplication against the window. The woman’s slim neck was ringed in what looked like a red necklace but was really a deep and violent abrasion, dripping pearls of blood. ‘Help me, oh lord, help me!’” (4). This…

“Screw you, Abellona!” My mama shouted, scolding her with an anger so primal, so intense, that I had never seen anything like it ever come out of her before. It had frightened me and yet made me proud. I looked down at my mama’s feet where Midnight now stood, her back arched, fangs drawn and letting out a seething rear aimed squarely at Abellona. Not far from her was another cat as equally angered and ready for a rumble. Off to my right, Tucker and Owen still struggled with subduing…

Vivien Rose was relaxing at her favourite spot in the country, sitting under the big willow tree. She observed the snowdrop flowers that popped through the moist earth in the early spring. Watching the bubbling brook that wound its way through the field, past patches of lavender while she listened to the birds singing their songs of spring. Her dirty blonde hair blew in the breeze and her young green eyes shone brightly. She had never shown her special place to anyone. As far as she knew, no…

Throughout my life, my greatest influences have come from people who have never given up on me. These people have influenced me the most because they not only share their wisdom with me, but they have also driven me to work harder to reach my potential. Though it took me a while to see their effect me, their perseverance, hard work, and belief in me has always been my inspiration to strive towards higher goals, and has also made me realize how I have to overcome my own weaknesses to make my…