I Want to Hold Your Hand

is going wild and the fact that Angelo is kissing me isn't helping. His hand slides under my shirt and traces random lines on my stomach sending little tingles throughout my body. If I was thinking normally, I would be thinking about my stomach fat.He breaks away from the kiss and looks at me with his ice blue eyes, then at my ' This girl loves Sam Smith' t-shirt. He lifts it slowly as if he thought I was going to stop him. I don't know what i'm thinking anymore. One side of of my brain is…

wrong. I lay in bed a few moments more, too afraid to move. But then, when that gun fires again, I’m rolling out from under the covers, bare feet slapping against the wooden floor. I move with a single-minded purpose now, heading towards the door of my room. Twisting the knob, I push it open and poke my head out. Across the hall, Derek is mirroring my movements, a single finger pressed against his lips. He closes the door with well practiced ease, reaching a hand out to me. I grab a hold of…

environment like that, I would definitely feel comfortable while also being very productive. The company that would be best suited for me would be Suez because of the field of work I want to go into. Suez seems like a very rewarding job being a project manager because you are truly making an impact. The company offers good benefits and compensation while being very sustainable. Applying- In order to start preparing myself as an applicant for project management for Suez I need to improve upon…

afraid will happen again, and I don't want them to. They've caused me enough heartache already. Occasionally, my mind drifts to the future. A stray thought or two might be about me possibly having a happy future, but most aren't. I can't imagine myself having a good,relatively normal future that sees me achieving dreams I used to have, but have since given up on. Why? Because of my past; it holds me back. I've had many people tell me that despite the pathetic hand life has dealt me so far, a…

“What does a blind man want with a shotgun?” the clerk asks. “How is it any of your damn business?” I say tapping my white cane against the cold, glass display. Lemon-lime nacho chipped bad breath, oiled metal, and day old socks waft in the air. The crinkling of a tin can adds a dissonant overtone to the man’s gurgling belch. “What you gonna shoot?” “You going to sell me the thing or what?” I imagine a squishy face with French-fry pores lubricating double chins. “Of course. No law against a…

chimes blowing along with the breeze feeds my illusion of security. I can only hope karma won’t catch up with me. I gaze at the many photos I have collected over the past year, remembering each one as if it just happened yesterday. My mind wanders, transporting me through the various memories of my life, the past mingling with the present. Incoherent chatter and loud, shrieking giggles fill the swamped snack bar of the movie theater. As I stand near the end of the line, waiting for a chance to…

like a dream come true. Like, imagine having all of the world in the palm of your hand as if it was a tiny globe but with everyone in the world in it. That is how it would feel to be a king, having all that power at your disposable time whenever you want to use it. All the possibilities that being king brings are amazing like it's unimaginable especially all the power, the privileges, and the admiration you would get from your kingdom. Being king would probably be best for the world because…

story of Ruby Bridges: Writing about character and other text-based recurring themes. Close your eyes and imagine your Ruby Bridges. A six year old black girl in 1960 in Louisiana walking into an all-white school. People stand there chanting horrible things at you while your alone and afraid. Those chanters were ignorant. They chose not to give integration a chance and resorted to violence. Ruby on the other hand was brave, she did not give up or run away from the problems she was facing. She…

time because she is all quiet in school so everyone assumed that she is not much outgoing, but pauses in disappointment thinking that he only wants to date her because of her looks. “I’m not sure how to say this but I’m sorry,” she says. “Well, what do you mean?” the he pauses “wait could it be that you have a boyfriend?” Juvia nods in denial. “So, you don’t want to date me. Ah! You think I’m…

voice cracking halfway through. Eren’s lips part on an unspoken word, his thick eyebrows furrowed tightly on his forehead. He holds the door open wider- a silent invitation- and Levi steps in without another word. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his pants and grins at Eren. “Why are you here?” Eren asks, voice raspy and gritty from sleep. He presses the heel of his hand briefly against…