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The play Almost, Maine by John Cariani, published by Dramatists Play Service Inc, is crafted with interesting dynamics in mind. At first glance, this play might just seem like another generic work detailing about romantic endeavors, yet the true meaning lies deep in the ink bound pages, almost. Cariani writes, “there is no need to sentimentalize the material; just let it be what it is—a play about real people who are dealing with the toughest thing here is to deal with: love. Honor the ache…

When I was first given this assignment, I had trouble deciding who to write the paper on. For years, I’ve fought a mental battle, trying to prevent people from influencing me— I want to have my own opinions and beliefs. But I realized that the influence didn’t need to concern views or interests. It could be about how somebody had influenced my behaviors, my coping mechanisms, my view of myself. I knew who to write my paper on. An important influence in my life has been my older brother, Matthew…

xxx Trial two sucked. You didn't even get to see the hedgehog, or Pokemon GO, or whatever the teacher had called him - hedgehog was easier to remember anyways. You had a feeling he was ignoring you. You ignored that feeling. You didn't even see Eijirou! How you lost him, you aren't sure. Though he might've caught on and is now avoiding you (like hedgehog). What if his quirk is used in this test? You need to see it. You stared at the box in your hand that seemed to be getting heavier the…

Have you ever woken up and thought you were in your bed? Then realized that you went to sleep in a hotel or somewhere else. Well the opposite happened to me this morning. I knew I went to sleep in my normal bed, but when I woke up I wasn't. This is my story… I was lying on a cold hard rock. “Where am...”, “Shhh.” said another voice, “She’ll find us.” “Who, what?” I said. Then something covered my mouth and I couldn't talk. About a minute later I heard, “Ok, it's safe to talk now,” then my…

I woke up and looked around. Where...am I.... I wondered. I looked down, and saw claws on my hands. Wait...aren’t I...a human? I thought. I looked behind me, and I saw a fox tail, and when I reached up, I felt velvety fox ears. I jumped up in horror. “What the heck happened to me?!” I yelled. Suddenly, my new, sensitive ears picked up footsteps outside the door. I took a real look around at my surroundings. I was in a damp room, little more than a hole in the rock, with a wooden bed and a toilet…

I was in cigar shop and one of the individuals that I thought was an acquaintance of mine. First, said that I was a dysfunctional bitch, at that moment in time I got so upset. Whereas, the more that I sat there the more that I got angrier. Then, at that moment, I got up and asked him who he called a dysfunctional bitch, I could not believe that this little man called me out my name. So, he said that he was talking about me I told him that I got his dysfunctional bitch. However, at that point…

Alternatively, the Cutter All Night Mermen are each unique, and don’t fit the typical athlete mold. T.J. is the only member of the team that has any swimming background. When he was thirteen he “qualified for the Junior Olympics in two swimming events” (7). Despite this, even T.J. isn’t become just another “jock”; he constantly bucks the system at school instead of simply going along with it. Coach Simet puts T.J. in charge of recruiting the rest of the team. His first recruit is Chris Coughlin.…

“The shadow beasts are nothing compared to the nocturnals. The nocturnals are powerful creatures that can stand toe to toe with heavenly spirits like myself.” “I’ve trained to become stronger, I won’t lose to anyone or anything. Eido we have to fight, I have to get to Pele. I want to hurry up and go home.” “The numbers are too great, Isaac. If there was single nocturnal then fighting would be an option, but their numbers are too much for us by ourselves.” “We can at least try right?” Isaac…

My eighth characteristic is another one I’m not proud of. The eighth one is that I’m very temperamental. It does not take much to make me upset. If someone says something or does something I don’t like, I immediately get an attitude or become very upset. I remember one day my mother tried to make me wear an outfit I did not like and I immediately got upset. I remember yelling at my mother and getting really angry. Little things can upset me just like big things. I’m not sure what caused this to…

My Dearest Genaro, I know you hate being called by your name, but it’s your name. I love it so much. I love when someone says it and my mind automatically thinks of you. I love when I repeat it over and over again in my mind because each time I say it, it makes me wish you were here. Whenever I hear your name, this rush comes in and leaves me floating in the air with love for you. When I hear your voice, a chill runs through my body wishing you were whispering in my ear so that I could only…