Debut singles

Narrative Writing CA Runaway Groom It’s the morning of the big day. The biggest day of my life. Well at least it’s supposed to be. Right now it feels more like the worst. The wedding starts in a few hours. What do I do? I can’t go through with this. How do i commit the rest of my life to a woman who can’t be honest with me? A woman who feels lying to me is the only way. Without sounding too cliché, ‘what’s a relationship without trust?’ I’m done being afraid. She claims she loves me but, who…

Tiffany was boiling the kettle in the middle of the table like you would in chemistry class and she poured marjoram in the measuring cup and poured it in. It turned blue when she threw in the eye of newt and made a sound. She looked up at me as I approached. “So, where is the toad?” She asked searching me with her gaze to find it. I smiled and thought to myself she was going to love this/ “We have to go outside in the garden and catch one” I told her and she gave me a wide eyed look I…

up too. "Okay sure, I guess we can go" Jonathan says. "No I'd like to go home, home. Like my actual home" She says. Jonathan feels hurt by this, but he's not sure what he did wrong. "What? What about Barkley, he could still be out there" He says. A single tear rolls down Shelley's cheek. He reaches for her, but she backs up. Nancy and Steve are standing up by now. "I've made a mistake, I've made a mistake" Shelley says, running her hands through her hair. "Shelley what's going on? You can tell…

something to protect yourself with. For ten packs of cigarettes, you know the tops brand that comes in the yellow pack? Well, for ten of those, which is considered $50, we could get moved in the same cell or at least the same dorm. That would be straight, ‘cause I don't trust too many people, bruh.” “Yeah. I read it...and I will shoot you the Tops, as soon as we get back in. Just send the trustee to me.” The two continued to walk back and forth discussing business at hand until it was time to…

It is quiet. My father and brother are out of the house. They are doing their “Father-son” bonding time. I sit on the couch, watching a show. It is mindless a drama show where people fight for no reason. It is nice to let go every now and then, forgetting all the strife in life. “What is this?” my mother asks me. She is holding up my report card. I sigh, “My report card.” I know what is coming next. I pick up the remote and turn off the television. I prepare myself for her anger. “I meant…

It had been a long hot summer and Laura was ready for the change in weather and the change in scenery. Fall was really her favorite time of the year anyway. The cooler weather was also a much better time to make the move from the city to her new home in a quite rural community. The good deal she had gotten on the old farm house sitting on five acres was too good to pass up. She didn’t like the idea that there was only one bathroom, which was downstairs, but since it would only be her living…

Puppet My past should be in my past It should have all stopped two years ago But it will never stop It'll follow me until the day I die Around every corner that I turn And every step that I walk It won't haunt me But it will stay there When I grow old it will still be there Reminding me of my childhood Of the times when I thought everything was okay But it never was I was never okay How could I have been so blind To not see what was in front of me everyday I lived my childhood as a puppet Being…

“Helen, I need you over here.” I watched her walk over to me with her concerned face. “What?” I watched her pause as she saw my face. “You have to go don’t you? Back over there?” She watched my facial expressions change over the course of one minute. “I got the call.” Her face seemed to darken as I said it. I had to go. There was no way around it. “Christopher, I hate that saying. I hate this. Your leaving. You are always away.” Sometimes I’d hated it too, but it's what I need to do for…

Through Good and Evil In Reading Lessons, Scott Carpenter states “Structuralism is a multifaceted group of theories with varied and disparate goals” (27), explaining it is a collection of many theories and patterns which are not actually focus on a single goal but can be studied from any point of view. Structuralism doesn’t study the original purpose of creator but focus in the structure of the text or movie. Carpenter illustrates that “just because an author meant to communicate something in…

I’m happy. I really am truly happy. I know the catalyst that brought about this happiness, but since it changed so much of my life I don’t know what individual change truly is causing my blissful contentment. Either way I do not wish to tie up my happiness and poke and prod it to figure it out. I’d rather just revel in it and experience my peace since I know it can’t last for long. At least not here, not like this. I sit in the long grass as I feel my skin absorbing the sun. The grass prickles…