2007

Mother in Manville Narrative As I heard those words coming out Miss Clark's mouth, I felt an ache in the pit of my stomach , my palms started sweating, suddenly the only thing I heard I could hear my own heart beating. "Excuse me Ma'am " she spoke, I glared at her, I realized I must had been standing there longer than I thought and I said okay. I walked away feeling dizzy . I went back to the car and sat there, I looked at the mountain sky. They remind me of him, his marvelous blue eyes. I…

Freedom, and rights for that matter, is a giant teeter-totter. You never have quite the right balance to keep it even and up in the air without your feet touching the ground. I think that I’ve had times where I’ve had my rights infringed on,that my rights and my freedom had brought up debate, but I think at some point we all do. I guess a time where I saw that freedom is more defined by the person is when I chose not to stand for the pledge of allegiance last year. It was a personal choice,…

I don’t really have ten reasons that I will die alone, but I read that if you put a number in your post title you get more hits. Sorry for the deception, but since you are already here please read on. I may not have ten reason that I will die alone, but I firmly believe they will find me one day, lazy-boy in the recline position, a spilled glass of scotch by my side (hope it’s the cheap stuff; hate to waste anything good), my NETFLIX queue empty, and a cat sniffing at my rotting corpse (wait, I…

Things went perfectly and after an hour Maela found herself guarding the entrance to Harvest House. The moment the other guard passed around the corner and out of sight as he headed for the rear of the building, Maela walked up to the entrance and entered the courtyard. There was a single guard in the courtyard, and Maela noticed several guards on the wall. They were obviously familiar with Teal, however, and they didn’t give Maela a second glance as she walked up to the main doors. She had a…

Being an Eritrean American has always been something Ia??m proud of. In an effort to better connect myself with my heritage, I began to take Eritrean cultural dance lessons in order to be part of the Eritrean festival dance performance. I have always wanted to excell in everything that I do, especially if it meant a lot to me. I did not expect that these dance lessons would provide me with the lesson of handling failure and criticism. The Eritrean dance performance gave me the opportunity to…

I began my first year of high school a tiny, easily overlooked girl with maybe two friends on a good day and almost no hobbies. My routine of attending school, going home, doing my work, and going to sleep simply wasn’t cutting it. With the reaction time close to that of a garden slug and the coordination of a newborn giraffe, it was clear to me that taking up a sport would only end in my own mortification and probable injury. However, after a bit of research, I found the perfect option: cross…

She looked around the room with curiosity present in her eyes. Everything in the room was floating. She looked left and found a young, blonde woman in a coral dress standing next to a man who looked to be the same age. Her eyes started to close, desperately wanting to go back to sleep, but she couldn’t shake the thought of the strange people in her living room. Suddenly, her body jolted upward and she took a big gasp of air, as if she was drowning in a swimming pool. The strange man reached down…

By insignificant back alleys and little-trod lanes, Johnny made his way to the ferry slip in North Boston. From there to Charlestown boats were going back and forth. No civilian except only the Boston doctors, who had offered their services, were allowed close to the Wharf. It was well Johnny had thought to not put on Pumpkin’s uniform. Mrs. Bessie had been right about one thing. A Yankee caught impersonating a British soldier would be shot. Johnny kept well out of the moonlight and away from…

Holocaust Story “Get up!” the fat officer shouts, “All of you, get up! Now!” We start to get up. We’ve been sitting here for what feels like an eternity; no one has a watch any more so I don’t know how long it’s actually been. All I know is that we have been here since last night and that it’s cold. When they marched into the ghetto last night, we had been asleep and as comfortable as anyone could get here. My family shared an apartment with a young couple and their newborn baby, so my…

If you were offered a large pizza or a pack of crackers which one would you take? Either way you look at it you’re still getting fed so why be so picky. What if they were the last two things on the shelf same price and a homeless person was standing next. Would you gladfully take the pizza and still feel good about yourself? Or would you settle for the crackers for someone to finally get food in his stomach? Everyone has different views and different ways they were raised, everyone’s perception…