Couch

Rob and I found this beautiful Spanish style 20's club chair at Goodwill in the heart of Pasadena's antique row. It was like $180.00. We weren't sure if we LOVED IT, so we went and had breakfast to think about this purchase. We decided that we'd buy it if it was still there, and it was after several hours. We managed to squeeze it into our trunk with a the help of a random stranger, who used his new to him belt that he just bought to help tie it down. When I offered him money, he refused and…

hoped. The sun was shining a bright yellow, and there was a slight breeze. There were a few puffy white clouds and birds flew through the air, chirping a happy song. It was the perfect weather for a perfect day. I sat on a worn out, defluffed, maroon couch outside watching my younger sister work with the few customers at her garage sale. Occasionally, she would make me get up and help her with some random chore she needed to get done. I didn’t mind it though. It kept me busy until what I knew…

and sat down on our black leather sofa facing the window which looked into the front yard. I set the capo and pick on the sofa, laid my guitar on the couch with the tuning pegs not touching the sofa so it didn’t mess up the tuning, and walked into the kitchen. I grabbed the closest chair and brought it into the living room. I set it in front of the couch. I picked up my guitar, laid the strap on my shoulders, grabbed my pick and capo, and placed the capo on the second fret. I rehearsed the song…

wasn’t expecting to see my mother in tears yelling and screaming incoherently before running upstairs again. Not knowing what was going on I followed her upstairs slowly and hated what lay before me. My 8 year old brother sat paralyzed with fear on the couch and wouldn’t move as my mother screamed at my father. Knowing my father is a very strong person I focused on my brother. My heart broke for him as he didn’t know what to do or what was even going on. I grabbed his hands in mine and pulled…

My Most Eventful Hunt It was a chilly December morning. I had been waiting on this day for what seemed like forever. Dad had promised me at the beginning of deer season I would be able to hunt by myself after my birthday. Today was that day. Eagerness and anxiety filled my mind as I packed my bag into the back of the truck. Little did I know I would hunt by myself and kill the biggest buck of my life! First thing in the morning we loaded our hunting gear into the truck and my dog, Cletus into…

especially to looking at each other’s eyes simultaneously.” ( Verderber-Macgeorge, 137) Person A was a young girl in her early twenties. She was dressed in what seemed to be nursing scrubs along with her backpack that was leaning against the side of the couch. She had her hair tied up in a ponytail and was wearing glasses and a smart watch. Person B was a young man who looked older, in his later twenties or early thirties. He was wearing dark jeans with a dark gray button up shirt with a black…

February 8, 2017. A boy named Martin Gomez disappeared and died. He was gone for three days; everyone at his school was wondering if he was sick or not. The school called the police to investigate why he wasn't at school, so the cops and the principal of the school went to his parents’ house. His dad wasn't there; it was just his mom home when the principal of the school asked his mom, “Why hasn’t your son Martin been at school?” His mom, crying and scared, replied, “He’s dead.” His dad shows…

It was some weeks after the initial outbreak of zombies that we saw our first one. You have to understand; I live in the Allegheny National Forrest in an extremely small town called Sigel. Our current population has to be less than sixty, and deep, old growth forests surround us. That's why we took little notice of the countrie’s plight. Sure, the news from outside our area went deader than a stinkbug left out in the cold, but we're used to that sort of thing. Winters can be long and hard,…

was going to see her,” I said as I took off my coat and breathed in the familiar smell of home. I didn’t know it, but I had missed that smell. “I’m ready to talk, but I guess you already knew that because I called you” I said, as I sat down on the couch. “Baby, I’m sorry. I’m ready to talk, I mean I’m ready to listen” Trent replied, as he sat down beside me. “I’m going to be honest with you Trent, I‘m not sure if I’m ready to come back home yet because you hurt me. I love you, and I want us to…

Comparison of Social Stratification between Blacks and Whites Social stratification refers to a system by which a society ranks categories of people in a hierarchy. In the United States, it is indefinitely visible that there is a difference between groups in terms of status, power, and wealth. Some of the most significant differences can be seen between blacks and whites. Blacks do live life at a disadvantage in comparison to whites. Campbell and Kaufman (2006) found that black families living…