Bramble

In the clandestine cover of nearby bramble, I witnessed the raid of Ichabod Crane. Many have speculated, but I am certain of the events of that fateful evening and where legend abandons, I elucidate. I had followed Crane throughout the hours succeeding the attack. However, not only had I followed, I lusted. The Van Tassels’ yearly party marked the date of the event, however it seemed the other way as the party was full of ennui. This was not my first party with the Van Tassels and each year…

It was a cool November evening on the trail. I was far on the trail beyond my usual boundaries set by my parents. Usually they told me I can ride no more than two miles from home, and some times when it is snowing they say if I can’t see home i’m too far. That day I was too caught up in the gallop my horse wouldn’t stop. My horse, Bogi has always been a good mount and he knew the trail, and he knew it was time to go. “ Something's wrong with you ” I said weary. My heart was now…

The Truth That Breaks Us Relationships between two people can have very different meanings, like the relationship between a father and his son or the relationship between a husband and wife. A father plays an important role in a child’s life because he provides for them, and he puts a roof over their head. He doesn’t lie to his child because he knows that there may be consequences, and he’ll feel guilty no matter how big of a lie it is. In his novel, “The Kite Runner”, Khaled Hosseini indicates…

Both Wilfred Owen and Seamus Heaney present the power of nature in their poems “Exposure” and “Storm on the Island”, respectively, as overwhelming and uncontrollable. Between the two, they both emphasize nature as an unparalleled power, however, Owen’s poem is a visual representation of life in the trenches of WW1, contrasting from existing government propaganda glamorising the adventures of war and emphasizing the futility of the situation by depicting the fate of soldiers suffering from…

attacked by the wild animal Aphrodite came to his aid which is depicted in The Awakening of Adonis. She sprinkled nectar on his wounds until every drop became an anemone. But aphrodite bled too, she bled along with him for she was wounded by the brambles which is the name of the wild animal that attacked Adonis. And as she bled every drop of her blood that fell to the ground sprang up with a beautiful rose in its place, which are the roses depicted on the ground in Adonis. Then when her blood…

This year on Father’s Day my children took me to the Brevard Zoo. I was very excited to go, for this would be my first time seeing it. I have lived in Brevard county over twenty years of my life and somehow never managed the time to visit . A zoo is a place where different kinds of animals are kept and maintained with purpose of Educating the public about the varieties of animals and birds that exist all over the world, including our country. On our visit I observed that by going to the zoo,…

history on his face. His eyebrows raise just a tad when he smiles. His smile, which favors his right side, reveal the dimples you often see in pictures of him as a young boy on a southern Texas cotton farm. His eyebrows look like a bushel of dead brambles, white, unkempt…

One, two, three, BREATHE, four, five, six, BREATHE, seven, eight, nine-- I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. Too dark, like an involuntary blindfold that I can’t rip off. I’ve tried--the scratches on my cheeks are there to prove it. My heart races inside my chest, kicking out a tempo in time with the shallow breaths that push themselves out of my chest. One, two, three, BREATHE, four, five, six, BREATHE. Keep it together. Molly’s out there. Ted, too. Oh dear, so is Emily, poor little Emily. My bare…

In Shirley Jackson’s story “The Lottery”, villagers gather in the town square on June 27 where the black box is securely put on the stool to determine the fate of death of the lottery winner. The black box is the physical embodiment of tradition. It supersedes all the power and commitment. It also supersedes bonds and authorities. The people are submissive to the box. Villagers respect and care for it. Over time, the population of the villagers increased, changing the wooden chips to slips of…

he only Inauguration I have attended, and probably the only one I ever will attend, was Barack Obama’s first, eight years ago. My wife and I were nearly broke, but we gathered money from the life insurance left by my mother, who had died of lung cancer six weeks before the election. We wrapped our California kids, ages five and three, in a million layers of clothing and hats, filled thermoses with soup and hot chocolate, shared hand-warmers among us, and packed as though we were braving the…