All That You Can't Leave Behind

into a ball and cry. My heart was practically beating out of my chest. THUMP,THUMP,THUMP. My legs almost giving up on me. My eyes shut close. I tried opening them but they wouldn’t budge, afraid that a creature would be staring right back at me. It all started with a careless decision on a terrible camping trip. “Let’s hit the road!” My dad yells while carefully closing the trunk of our car. Hundreds of bags were stacked on top of each other filled with anything we could possibly need for 4…

“You can start whenever you’re ready” The boy looked down at his pale, shaking hands, then up at the ceiling. Anywhere except for the man with the clipboard in front of him. They had told him that if he came here, they would leave him alone. He took that to mean no more blinding lights being shown in his face, no more fake smiles, no more lies. “My mom made me some sandwiches. Peanut butter and jelly. My favorite. She spent all day making them. Just for me. She put them in a basket and told…

their backs. Leaves falling to the ground, crunching under their shoes. Chilling wind, blowing through the last surviving leaves, stuck on the tree’s limbs. Emily trudged over logs and up hills, heading to the treehouse. Their mission was to retrieve locations on another town to trade with for more supplies. This would take at least a day. Emily stops to look at her map to see how close they are to the treehouse. Opening her map, looking at the tiny red circle placed on the map. She can’t tell…

I could never quite remember what happened during the time I lost my brother. I remembered small images and voices but I could never quite piece together all the events that had happened. No matter how much focus or how much concentration I poured into the thought I never could remember much. Birmingham didn't quite feel like home anymore. Faces seem distorted, the atmosphere was always dark, and ash coated everything like snow. I constantly scraped up every saving just so I could move. I…

Once I got everything I need I send and quick wish for good luck text to the group chat, and get what work I can get done to night. The car ride was approximately five hours, or that was what dad said. I packed myself in the back of the mini van. I can’t bring any of my distraction out, so I recall the past couple of days that have, in my opinion, move way to fast. I mean gym was fun I guess, I mean we played kick ball. I so could’ve kick the ball farther. Meh, we won… Mary is still talking to…

and evil shown in his black charcoal eyes. After his arrival, rays of light suddenly emerge only to reveal a woman, with golden hair and the eyes that only held the innocence of heaven and all the light that is held in it. Once both came to acknowledge each other's presence the darkness began to speak. "I told you an entire of peace would be utterly boring Rena." he uttered under his breath. She eyed him…

Reply Reply All Forward Move Delete Close Previous Item Next Item Close Christian Laskie Plato's Cave Paper Christian Laskie [christian.laskie@apps.schoolcraft.edu] Sent: Thursday, March 02, 2017 4:06 PM To: Jesse Mileo Christian Laskie Professor Mileo Philosophy February 1, 2017 Plato’s Cave and The Truman Show Have you ever questioned your reality and if anything is beyond it? This is a question humans often struggle with because it questions whether or not we are actually free…

Some people discriminate on the all homeless people in the world. Hell even I do sometimes. The one thing we don't know though is what they do when we are not around to see. They have the ability to go anywhere and do anything since they have no responsibilities. The one thing no one has ever realized is that they seem homeless but they are keeping up this show to hide their deep and dark secrets they all have hidden from the world. They were all over! The car was leaking gas everywhere! They…

Grey. The walls of the Tower were all a very monotonous, dull grey. The particular wall I was staring at had a class symbol on it, albeit not attuning to my own. The symbols were mentally etched into every class, so having them painted on the walls of our home reminded us of the pride we carry. But as of late, I can’t say there has been much self-pride for me to bathe in. Being the Tower’s recon scout meant that I was assigned all the mundane chores while my other fellow Guardians got to…

Sharfman, wrote that she cloaked herself in another language when she left South Africa. She was leaving behind a country where she had dealt with injustice and now was immersing herself in a new culture and allowing it to heal her. Albeit that is undoubtedly excessively dramatic, I do understand that there are some people who come from places where the inconceivable transpires, who need to “leave behind and heal themselves,” as Sharfman writes. Respectively, my grandfather, who was Chinese,…