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At the final house, she stumbles on the snow on the yard and gets knocked out cold when she hits her head. The pervy kid living there discovers her, conceives that she is his Christmas present, and continues to first grab her breasts and afterward fuck her. She awakens while he is within her much to her amazement. It turns out that she was expected to be the fellow's Christmas present and turn into his better half. The second scene of this is my most beloved scene. Aisha's more youthful sister,…

waiting to hear if my life was over and now I’m fighting for my life, shooting people finding new creatures everyday formed from the nasty concoction of people and radiation, and waiting for the one day I fuck up. Cause one day I will. I will and no one will care. Out here I’m my own group, an outcast, the lone wanderer. Sometimes I’ll occasionally go to prim gamble a little bit with caps (the new currency since they’re so common) and trade for some guns…

chair legs into stakes. Once she was done, she viciously stabbed it into the other arm. Now effectively pinning that arm as well. The second stake complete, she thrust it into the bears left leg. The third stake complete, it went into the right leg. “FUCK!!! JUST GO FOR CENTER MASS AND END ME!” “Nope not yet” Ruby said with a smile. Removing the Naginata from the now crippled arm. Placing her tongue on the blade she began to lick at the blood. Her sense of taste finally getting what she had…

in the face to Junior. His entire tribe hates him including his ex-best friend Rowdy. Junior eventually gets to the end of his wick when the school’s most popular boy, Rodger says, “Did you know that indians are living proof that niggers and buffalo fuck?” (Alexie 64). After saying that Jr. had had enough and punched Rodger right in the face. Rodger ended having much more respect for Jr, because he manned up and stood up…

And oil’s gone. But we still got football, so fuck the rest of you” (247). This seems to be the mentality of the entire town, and we get this idea from Bissinger over and over again without him just blatantly saying it. He also shows us the political factors, that add fuel to the football flame,…

“Beau, this here is Alaskan Thunder Fuck and this girl is Maui Wowie” boasted my Dad when wheeling his plants out into Rocky Mountain sun. He had converted his drywall scaffolding to a mobile grow station in a sudden yet proud declaration of a possible career change. “Is this a mid-life crisis?” I worried. I always believed that my Dad did not have any interest in marijuana. Looking back, it was obvious he was interested. My Dad was a man who spent his post-vietnam days in San Francisco,…

Childhood Punishment Humiliation is a huge thing in life when it comes to parents and their children. Some parents don’t seem to see if they hit their children or yell at them affects the child in a way that affects their emotional type of state for the rest of their life, unfortunately i was raised in this type of setting. It was a day in summer where the grass was green and birds were singing, when i came home from school, i was happy and glad to come home to get something to eat, but at the…

While New York City teems with life, it is also plagued with imitation. The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger is a novel about protagonist, Holden Caulfield, and his inability to cope with the “phoniness” in the world around him. Throughout the book, Holden encounters numerous acts of inauthenticity, catalysing Holden’s unsatisfied peer connections while also additionally serving as the impetus for his increase in depression. Despite the outreach from supportive characters such as Mr. Spencer…

By that he means a group of innocent kids running towards the end of a cliff, and he was the one to catch them. He has this fantasy because he doesn’t want kids to go into the adult phony hood. For example, “ There are just too many ‘Fuck you’ signs in the world”. He dislikes how there's innocent kids that are surrounded by these wrong acts that are causing them to grow up as phonies. Holden is obsessed with innocence and wants everything to stay the same, just like the museum. But…

When I woke up at 8:58 on Tuesday morning, obviously late for my first period of the day, with none other than Michael Clifford's arms wrapped around my waist I panicked. But then the memories of the night before rushed through my head. The rocks on my window, the climbing through said window, the confession, the drunken kiss. Everything. I didn't know what to do, so I stayed completely still until he finally stirred. His eyes opened slightly, squinting at the bright light of the sun that was…