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recipient of the medicine. At first, the medicine worked phenomenally. Clara was cancer free, but soon she became an oddity to her family. The first symptoms were nightmares, which led to sleep halting completely. Her skin grew pale and so did her hair. Of all these things, the most peculiar symptoms of whatever-this-was were the loss of a heartbeat and cravings for human brains. Hans found ways to quench her cravings, but when resources were lost, Clara started acting peculiar. Eventually, she…

I never thought that anyone would miss me. Everybody only saw me on Sundays and nobody except maybe Olivia seriously considered me their best friend. I cut off all communication to my colleagues back at my old church. I waited for a call, an email, or anything that showed that they were thinking about me. I never thought that I would be the one hurting, that I would wake up each morning without the motivation to try to pursue anything but eating, school, and sleeping. What was the point anyway?…

“I FOUND IT!” Nicole burst into Zach’s apartment, waving a sheet of notebook paper. “Found what?” Zach sat up, his heart swelling at the thought of what she might say next. “The address, Zach, the address, it’s the paper factory!” Nicole shrieked and laughed, almost starting to dance around the room. “Holy- holy cow, Nicole!” Zach laughed. Nicole leapt at him and they grabbed each other into a hug. “Y-you aren’t joking?” “No!” Nicole was overcome with emotion. “We-we found her. We did it.”…

well have had hot steam coming out of her airways and been scraping away at my bedroom carpet with her back hoof. “I 'm glad you find this so fucking funny!” she screams. She pulls the covers off me and grabs me by the hair, hoisting me up on my feet. Even though a proportion of my hair was just ripped out of my scalp, I couldn 't ignore the fact that…

My Migrant Idol Anthropologist Ellen Zimmerman There are certain people in this world that make you want to talk. Some people cause you to talk out of nervousness and need to impress them, while others have such a personality that you talk because you feel the ease in their attention and understanding. Ellen Zimmerman, a professor in Anthropology at Framingham State University, makes me want to tell her my life story, and then turn around and listen to hers. The first day I met Zimmerman she…

's taking so long? ' Because they can 't look at me. It was the only break I had. Just as I saw the bathrooms I saw a guy staring straight at me. God he was hot. With all the right things in all the right places. His skin was an olive color and his hair black. His eyes were a dark brown and his lips… oh his lips were just perfect. He was built. I mean you could see his abs through his blue, V-neck shirt. But he looked too cocky like he knew how good he looked. I almost had to roll my…

Claudia was very confused as to white blonde hair and blue eyes were considered to be beautiful, and why black skin and brown eyes were ugly. When she was given a white baby doll, she tore it apart, craving nothing more than to know what made white people beautiful and loveable (21). Her sadism caused…

Golden rays of early morning sunshine poured through the glass windows and illuminated my dorm room. I look over to see my friend Andrew attempting to sleep in by pretending to ignore his painfully annoying phone alarm. “Andrew you need to get up and shut that thing off. It’s hardly 8 a.m. and I’m already getting a massive headache.” I nagged at him, “Andrew. Seriously. Now. Get up!” I ready my hand to deliver a perfect “five-star” smack onto his bare back but instead he turns around and faces…

group of kids hanging out by the lockers were seventh graders, then eighth graders must be huge. Luckily, after looking around for a few seconds, I spotted my best friend, Georgina Larson by the water fountain. She’s never hard to find, because her hair is light blonde, and she’s always wearing really flashy outfits. Like today, she had on a strapless, sweetheart neck, white and turquoise chevron dress with a gold belt around…

The sun glowed, and everyone covered their eyes. But Quinn could only stare. The earth was increasingly warmer. Small flames came and went. A chariot flew out of the sky. Horses made of fire were dragging it towards the ground, where a man in white hair and a stunning presence. He finally landed as his chariot caught on fire, and shredded to…