A Different World

I began to ask myself how can a system get away with murder in broad daylight and justify it because a man is trying to sell loose cigarettes to help his family survive. His death caused me to take a step in adulthood, I began to see the world in a different light. My peachy community had gone rotten, when I realized I wasn't benefiting but I realized I was being brainwashed to believe that my people are criminals rather than the system trying to imprison them for false pretenses. Growing up,…

An explosion of flavor bursts out of his mouth! He closes his eyes and feels lines of every color bursting from his mouth with the brilliance of a thousand stars. He cannot help himself, a feeling this good must be shared with the world! His lips part, ever so slightly, and outs spills a smile so genuine, so heartfelt, that the sun shines just ever so brighter for him. His smile emanates around him, a rosy glow reflecting pure jubilance. Conscious of the brown color staining his teeth…

1) “Only the blue light of the sky falls upon the house and forestage; the surrounding area shows an angry glow of orange.” 2) “I’m tired to the death.” 3) “Biff Loman is lost. In the greatest country in the world a young man with such—personal attractiveness, gets lost. And such a hard worker. There’s one thing about Biff— he’s not lazy. 4) “There’s more people! That’s what’s ruining this country!” 5) “I mean I can outbox, outlift and outrun anybody in that store, and I have to take orders…

But he’s not playing for the money, the spare change he’s made in the past hour won’t support him and he doesn’t expect it to. He just enjoys playing for others and if people feel like tipping him for it, then he won’t object. After a good hour of playing, his attention strays from the cords and on to a family about twenty feet in front of him. There’s a man, probably in his late twenties, a woman around the same age and a child having a picnic. All his old dreams for a family of his own come…

I have always thought of myself as a walking stereotype nothing special but all of that changed the night of my eighteenth birthday when a boy showed up in my dream. I had never seen him in my lifetime that I can remember. Only one word could be used to describe him it was Perfection. He had short purple hair beautifully tan skin and multiple tattoos on his body. I also noticed that these aren't my usual surroundings during my dreams this was all his own. It looked like a never-ending forest…

When we look upon ourselves we think of two things who we are and were we came from this just a normal way that humankind has always thought of themselves. Firstly they ask who they are as if there very exsitence may not be valid even though there right in front of you flesh and bone. Everyone has a purpose in life but believe that if they dont do anything remarkable that stands out that there mere life is just that nothing. We as homosapiens believe in a convaluded way of reasoning and since…

don’t try. If someone tells you that you’re a winner, then you automatically just are. Winning is never giving up even after you have lost. It was the most basic of mornings that I woke up to. The sun was not yet shining its warmth on my little world, however I still dragged myself out of my warm consuming bed, leaving it and my dream Mister Sandman had given me, behind. I swung on my Gator shirt and black shorts without even having to think, still mentally dragging myself out of sleep. The…

don’t try. If someone tells you that you’re a winner, then you automatically just are. Winning is never giving up even after you have lost. It was the most basic of mornings that I woke up to. The sun was not yet shining its warmth on my pint-sized world, however I still dragged myself out of my warm consuming bed, leaving it and my dream Mister Sandman had given me, behind. I swung on my Gator shirt and jet black shorts without even having to think, still mentally dragging myself away from…

Death and Leisel are introduces in this section. Death, the narrator, tells the story of how he met and has ties to Leisel, and Leisel being a small, lost girl is just trying to survive in a big lonely world. Leisel always has captured the attention of Death every time he has seen her. All the three times they have met each other, Death has always taken someone near, and sometimes dear, to Liesel. In all the accidents, Death has seen a color that just sticks out to him. At the railroad…

possible way; pain shooting through my bones, throwing up, chills deep within my skin, sleepless nights. It felt as if I was slowly drowning, and no matter how hard I tried too swim to the surface, I could never quite make it. Maybe things would be different if I had someone to talk too, someone besides him. He was sitting on the ground about a metre in front of me, I wondered how long he had been there for. Staring at me with a kind of twisted smile plastered on his face, the way his lips…