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Trauma vs Valuable Life Experience I remember a time when I had to listen to my mom beg for my life and her own. It started one day in the early afternoon around 1 o’clock. My bedroom frigid and relaxing from the air conditioning, as I laid there listening to the movie, “Mac and Devin go to High school.” All while texting my friend Kayla about what time I was going to go over to her house that weekend. “This might be the start of a really great week, it’s going so well and I can’t wait to see…

Have you ever thought to yourself, even if there is a truth to this mystery there is no possible way we could ever figure it out? Or maybe in the past you have asked yourself questions like which religion is the truth if there is one at all or should I just make up a belief from my own opinions and conclusions about life? There is always that one question in particular in the back of most of our heads, what happens after we die? I was asking myself those same questions not too long ago.…

It started out a nice spring day, a little dampness on the grass outside. When you walked outside you could feel the warmth of the sun on your skin and the sound of the birds in the distance. To me it was like any other day, but one thing happened. One thing that I needed to work with myself and the surroundings to make sure that I lived. Starting from the beginning, I woke up with a day off of work thinking “ What can I do today?”. I normally take my time getting up and doing all my morning…

Gift From Beyond The Grave Most teenagers are given a bit of money to spend or a special gift for their sweet sixteen that are kept as a keepsake. On my sixteenth birthday, I received money from my grandmother that I will never spend. I was given a five dollar bill dated back to 1950 that my grandfather kept in a box since the day he was gifted it. My grandmother wrote to me on a notecard my grandfather had from when he was a lawyer that has “From A. B. Stover written on the bottom. It reminds…

First time flyer I always wanted to be a cheerleader. I loved watching older cheerleaders do stunts, gymnastics and I also liked watching them support their team. At my elementary school, no one was allowed to play sports till you were in third grade. So after waiting five years, I finally got to try out for the cheerleading team. I expected I would be nervous and scared when I got to tryouts. That 's the complete opposite of how I felt. I was so excited to show everyone all the jumps I could…

"We are flawed creatures, all of us. Some of us think that means we should fix our flaws. But get rid of my flaws and there would be no one left" (Sarah Vowel). Flaws are always present in people's lives, and they play their own role in folks' future. The majority of people try to overcome these shortcomings; however, for some of us, they are fateful. And so are they for the tragic hero in "The Glass Menagerie" by Tennessee Williams. Receiving constant reproaches from Amanda, Tom has no more…

The Camping Cat I woke up bright and early I couldn’t wait to go camping in Ventura. Me and my brothers (Samuel and Misa) packed our clothes and put on our shoes. We took our clothes and put it in the Blue Trail Blazer. My brothers sat in the back and I sat up front. As usual my mom called my aunt Rhonda and told her we are on our way. We stopped at Kum & Go we got drinks and some breakfast pizza. It was a long drive especially since my brothers were fighting, I tried sleeping it didn’t help so…

Friendship Self-reflection Series: Death of friendship I thought that we were friends. You said you’d always care, and that no matter what, you would still be there. To celebrate the good times to sooth me when I’m sad. But it seems that something I have said has made you very mad. So now you do not speak to me you seem not much to care. Have I hurt your feelings oh so much that you must pretend that I’m not there? That I no longer exist to you erased right from your mind like chalk dust on a…

Amongst the flickering glow from the candle light Mary Shelley had been writing all evening long. As the darkness of the night surrounded her, the light of her imagination lit up the room. Her creativity being tattooed into the indents of the paper, taking from her nethermost horrors and ideas and converting them into words. Letter by letter scribbling away quickly a warped tale of a mad scientist placing life into a creature he made piece by piece, and the lives they conducted. Frankenstein…

The smallest words could make a enormous difference. “WELCOME TO THE beautiful Sinclair family. No one is a criminal. No one is an addict. No one is a failure.(pg.1)” The main character thinks she is living a perfect family, but she doesn’t know that there's a secret behind every person. You’ll never know the mysteries secret behind the novel. Cadence was going through some rough times through her life about her health and the person she loves Gat. Cadence was giving out Gat olive hunting jacket…