Columbia Records

NICK All alone with my thoughts. Just last month I was on the top of the world; in an exotic country of sand, camel spiders and terrorists. Even that was better than the present; I’m left only with a head to think and my heart to beat. That fucking car bomb left me a gimp… one arm, one leg, and charred more than a steak that was left on the grill a bit too long. It wouldn’t be too bad if I had a family to support me, unfortunately I wanted to wait until I finished my tour before I found a wife.…

On May 9th, 2014, ALS took the life of my grandma, Nancy May, or as we would call her “Granny.” ALS, also known as Lou Gehrig’s disease, is a horrible disease that slowly killed her through the nervous system by weakening muscles and affecting her physical function. In the month of March, 2012 she found out she was diagnosed with ALS, which happened to be one of the worst days ever for me. Even though she was battling with a disease she knew she would not win, she still managed to care for us. A…

Wind bustled through the branches of the trees, making the leaves howl in their symphony. Walking along the gravel path in the woods makes you realize how intricate the clash between weather and nature can be. Two natural forces both in harmony and constantly fighting. The rain was going to come down any second; it’s distinct smell was filling the air. Plush, intertwining clouds pushed their grey front towards where I stood. The trees continued their protest against the wind as it blew their…

I woke up one day and everything had changed. Upon waking and by night they were entirely different. I was twenty. An age already brimming to the top with questions, but the only one I could think of was who was she? It was 3:04 PM, when I first saw her, but it wasn’t quite like I could miss her, however, even through the crowds of people pushing against one another, she was staring straight at me, with a half-smirk that only added to the mystery. The other odd thing about her was that no one…

I want to be able to be in control of the type of music and the volume of music played in my car. I need to convince Andrew Dennis Moore to stop controlling the music when he rides in my car. I will discuss the issue outside my locked car. I will begin the discussion after school, because I usually give him a ride to his job after school. True friendship to me is a relationship that cannot be broken or damaged by a disagreement, but in return is made stronger and closer than before. My dear…

Grace shuffled down the hallway of Sampson Middle School with tears brimming in her eyes. A group of 6th grade girls strode behind her giggling when they saw the note. ‘I’m the biggest nerd in Maine’ it read with a green pair of glasses that looked exactly like hers. She was positive that Kimberly Sunnie had put it on her. She had put it just out of her reach just like the other notes she had left the days before. She drew mean pictures of her winning the math contest and slipped them into the…

Several men that hung around Doc‘s house after seeing the big Indian carry Charity inside, stepped up and told Jeremiah that the Sheriff, Mr. Reed, and several others were conducting a search of the outbuildings and storerooms around town, looking for Jane Reed; saying she was still missing. Someone voiced their opinion that she had run off with a boy. “We know she's missing,” Jeremiah grumbled, “We might know where to find her. Y'all help us find the Sheriff!” Doctor Lane was staring at…

Hero’s Journey CALL TO ACTION Blip. Blip. Buzz. Text messages one after another came on Asian Name’s iPhone screen. They read, “Where are you? We’re waiting! Don’t forget the vodka! You promised to bring it.” Instead of hurrying out the door, she slowly walked toward her dresser and stared at herself in mirror. Her narrow, oblong face with prominent cheekbones and that small cleft chin were so abhorrent. Her slit-like eyes were mere dabs of royal blue that sat below her excessively thick, dark,…

On February 13th at around 6 in the morning when she was born Jen was with me. For, Jen is all I really had left. They handed me the small delicate newborn baby girl, and I cried. I cried tears of joy. Never in all my life did I ever see a more beautiful baby girl. She had dark brownish-black thick hair. It seemed to be a mix of Aiden’s hair color and my hair color. She had my nose but everything else was a spitting image of Aiden. She doesn’t realize how lucky she really is yet to be blessed…

The human mind often develops and clings onto joyful recollection of memories. This wistful longing and sentimentality for the past is nostalgia. Nostalgia is not necessarily destructive, but being unable to accept reality inevitably can lead to misery and hopelessness. In The Reluctant Fundamentalist, Mohsin Hamid depicts the life of a Pakistan immigrant, Changez, in America before and after the 9/11 terrorist attack. While being employed under Underwood Samson and living in post 9/11 America,…