If My Heart Had Windows

The Test ( 7)As my Spanish teacher went around handing back our tests my heart was racing so fast I could almost hear it thump-thump...thump-thump. The room was silent, but exploding with nerves from my classmates eager to know what grade they received. At least I knew that my grade had to be better than my last test, and I could only go up from here. I just remembered the feeling of being overcome with disappointment when I received my last test and I never want to feel like that again. Since…

Though I was only a few years old when my younger sister was born, I still remember bits and pieces of the day. After Rachel was born, my dad took me to look at the babies in the nursery to keep me occupied until I could see my new baby sister. The walls were purple and through the glass window, I saw a dozen babies. My father thought I would go big-eyed over how adorable the babies were and then after a few minutes start whining about when I would be able to see Rachel. I on the other hand…

Two hours had passed since midnight when finally, I got courage to run from the castle. It was a perfect night, I can say. It was very dark, and silent. It felt as if everyone were asleep, except for me. Thought running through my head kept the most nights. I was worried as well as afraid. My older brother, Michael, went missing five years ago. I searched for him, and somehow gotten myself captured by the king. The king was cruel and harsh. One time, when I was ten, I had refused to talk,…

when I was at home with my younger sisters and older brother I had been in my room listening to music. When out of nowhere, I heard taps on my window and at first I didn’t realize someone or something was at my window, because I thought the sounds were just kids with fireworks. It was July so it wouldn’t have been out of the ordinary. I then realized there was a person at my window tapping on it, and they were doing it slowly and creepily. I ran out of my room and ran to my brother’s and told…

day I fell out of a window. It was a cool summer day and I couldn’t stand that I was taking a nap. I was seven at the time and I was told to go take a nap with my sister. We went up stairs, mom turned on the T.V. everything was alright. After about thirty minutes I got bored and couldn’t stand lying in bed and watching some show. I liked the show itself, but the bed was to hot. I got out of the bed and decided to open a window to let some fresh air in. As I opened the window I decided not to go…

In “The Tell-Tale Heart” by Edgar Allen Poe, the information provided by the narrator is unreliable. His descriptions and explanations are warped and illogical, and it is very blatant that he is lying and bluffing. There are many parts of the story in which this is the case. One example of the narrator being an unreliable source of information is when he says, “I had heard all the things in heaven and in the earth. I had heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad?” This information is very…

ignominy to my own family. Royal blood could only be passed by a male child; no one wanted the pretty little girl with beautiful blonde hair. For this reason, I was deemed worthless, but then Sorceress found me and took me in. Locked away in the highest tower, she showed me the warmth in a mother’s touch. It is here that my story begins. Each day, after tending the garden, Sorceress would call up to me. “Repunzel, Repunzel, let down your hair!” From my secluded tower, I would fasted my hair…

As we loaded our luggage into the back of the van, my excitement flourished. I was ecstatic to leave small town Ohio even if only just for a few days. The wedding was set for Raleigh, North Carolina, which was an eighteen hour round trip. We piled into the van and began cruising down the highway. As I sat there exchanging empty conversation with my mom, grandparents, aunt and uncle; my mind began to wander. “What would Raleigh be like? Would the grass be greener and the sky brighter? The city…

In my old age I have found nothing better to do than write about my life. I have found that in old age you remember things, such as your first love. This story is particularly about that. 1996 The school bell rang loudly, bringing me back to the real world. My nose was stuck in a book and I tried to start reading again. "Hmm...look at her. Nerd." Someone grunted. I looked up and saw Jacob Stewart and his "henchmen" Joey Bradshaw and Carl Timms. They bullied me since preschool. I scowled and…

I’ve always loved the sound of rain. Its soft patter against my window releases me from the stresses of college applications, if only for a moment. Then, as quickly as it came, the rain stops its descent upon my window and retreats; growing up in Central Florida, I have been well accustomed to erratic weather patterns such as the rain coming and going in a moment’s notice. Florida’s weather has taught me a valuable lesson over the years: life can be as unpredictable as the weather. As each…