2008 NFL season

Graverobber reached into the cooler beside him, pulling out a can of soda. He popped it open with just his thumb and brought it to his lips. “I’m younger than most of the vampires here,” He said, sipping down the drink. “I was born in the year 1858, on April 15th. The name my parents gave me was ‘John Patrick Nolan’, and sometimes my father called me, ‘Jack’ for short,” Graverobber sat the can down; and he adjusted himself so he could hold his son in a more comfortable position. “But my dad…

In room 308 lies the darkest, most terrifying ghost in all of history. NICK BOO! He is an Islamic suicide bomber who goes by the nickname boo-sama boo-laden. He was responsible for 7-11. 7-11 was a sad day where negative 8 people died. This is where BOO died. The first encounter I had with him was at band camp. He would come into the barracks at night and raid our belongings. We didn’t notice until 5 days had past. He started with small things: soap, toothpaste, and non-perishables. But…

They say home is where your family and friends are right. They are certainly wrong. Whoever came up with that stupid line must have been dreaming like I wish I was. The second we came into this stupid town they call Forks I hated it the only reason I came to this rainy town is because of my favorite uncle Harry but suddenly he passed due to a heart attack. When I found out I was heartbroken but not as heartbroken as my cousin Leah and Seth they actually became sick from it. His funeral is…

Today I decided to be productive, so I set off to clean my closet. It was horrendous. A pile of laundry so high that it reached the ceiling. Not a single article of clothing hanging from a hanger, except for socks without a match. Wrappers and empty bags scattered across the remaining part of the empty floor. Something gooey dripping from a shelf and something crunchy beneath my feet. The light fixture flickers as I make my way into the landfill that is my closet and I get started. I fill up one…

I don’t get embarrassed a lot, but when I do it’s usually because of small things. Most of the time my embarrassment is caused by small things like saying something random and unnecessary when talking to someone. Generally I forget that I felt embarrassed right after the situation takes place so I can’t even remind myself of a specific event like that, but I can remember one time when I’ve got a little bit more embarrassed. One time I shut my keys on the other side of the door when going out…

improved my fighting technique. I kept walking until i got to the fence of my house and thought that, that was a good night, im done. I hopped the fence which revealed some pains on my back from when the cat pushed me because i stretched out. I walked back into the house still feeling numb. I got through the cat door that touched my face, it hurt a little but not enough for me to whine about it. I got into the house feeling empty, i have never done anything like that, it was fun. I dusted myself…

Every painful step stained my burning muscles. I gulp for breath but receive no air. My head is exploding, my stomach is ripping raggedly like a piece of paper. My legs are about to fall off, aching so much. Sweat is running down my face into my eyes, burning them! Pain starts aching in my side, but I have to keep running. The competition, the family and out-lasting the pain are all minor details of running Cross Country. The competition is extreme, each race you are going against about 200…

I'll admit; I've seen the nasty, embarrassing parts of this fandom, the parts which make potential armys want to avoid us. The inappropriate comments on YouTube, the delusional possessiveness over one member or another, those have certainly made their appearance. It's not been hard to notice Armys starting fanwars or hating on other artists for the sole reason that they are opposition. Hatred, rudeness, insensitivity, cruelty: I've seen them all. Such things sicken me, and should be addressed,…

As an Army National Guard I was determined to do things that would set me apart from others. I started out my career as a Quartermaster Chemical Equipment Repairer and then converting over to a Light Wheel Vehicle Mechanic. I was the only female mechanic in my company. My older brother was a Sergeant First Class in my Company and he always pushed me to do different things. He knew how much I hated the stigma of “Females are not equal to Males’, in the Army. So one day I was talking to my…

6 months since the incident at Point Nepean occurred. It’s time to return to school. I’m looking forward to seeing Abby. I’ve been thinking about her all the time. I don’t think there’s been a moment where I haven’t – even in my sleep. I arrive at school and she is there waiting for me. We walk to class together. When we arrive at the classroom, everybody starts to walk over to me. They all start shouting ‘everything was your fault! You’re the reason that girl went missing. You didn’t even find…