His name ringed in my mind continuously as I went to school. Jasper. I had given him another three packs of Skyflakes Crackers and two bottles of water before leaving a while ago. Unfortunately, I was in a hurry because of school, so I wasn’t able to stay and chat a bit longer.
I, surprisingly, was able to perform my best on my Filipino quiz a while ago. Despite having only three to four hours of sleep, it was a blessing that I was still on my senses. I felt satisfied that I didn’t have to worry about not being able to sleep at night. It was a good feeling that paranoia would be crossed out from my list of things to worry about at night.
I dropped by the nearest 7-11 store before returning home. I got a variety of food. From crackers to oreos to even tiny cans of sausage and tuna.
“Woah, you went shopping today.” My mom greeted as I walked through the Dining Area. She was sitting on one of the chairs while browsing through her computer.
“Uh, yeah, I was craving for these.”
My mom examined the bag quickly, “That’s an odd craving.”
I nodded, “I think I’ll be having my period soon.”
“Ah,” She nodded.
I walked past her and started placing some of the food in their proper place, leaving two cans of sausages with me. I also took hold of a plastic fork.
“By the way El,” She called out to me, “The priest confirmed a while ago. He said he’ll be coming over by Wednesday.”
I completely stopped in my tracks.
“I- Uh- Uhm-“
“Is there anything wrong sweetie?”
Yes, yes, and yes.
work. When they got to Lisa 's job everyone stared with excitement, because they all had something to tell Lisa. Lisa said, “ hi everyone this is the thing we have been watching, I found it yesterday while walking home, it doesn’t even know where it came from.” Lisa told the thing to tell them his story and they said “yes!!” and Lisa said, “what is?” They said, “ remember about eighteen years ago when we created the “rock” well we put some of our DNA in the ingredients. This is what this thing…
Flannel heart under the tree.
By; Dayton Weldin
These flannel pajamas are so soft, this rocks! I cant believe mom let me open them early this year. Christmas morning is just 4 days away and dancing around my house showing my new pajamas off to all my relatives is how I choose to spend them.
"Hey uncle Jeff you wanna feel my pajamas? They 're new! Mom let me open them early this year!" I beamed with excitement. He sat up in his chair and touched my sleeve with his hairy jungle arms.
I am an error in the source code of the universe. I shouldn’t exist, because I was never born. That was my fault. That’s why I’m still anywhere at all. Remove me from the equation, and I’m still part of it. Keep me, and I’m not. Paradox.
So far as I can tell, the universe has decided that I’m someone else’s problem. The problem with that is that, it being the universe, by definition there’s no one else. So I’m stuck in some sort of temporal-spatial limbo. That’s my theory, anyway.
All eyes are on me. The king, the crowd, and the other participants stop whatever they were doing, but it's not as if it's my first time seeing something big similar to an eagle. I've seen a hound from hell already, so I don't think a giant eagle would faze me. By the way, where is that hound from hell? I have not heard from him ever since we left Rydia.
Speaking of a hound from hell. Where the heck is Marchosias? At this point he'd be telling me "what a ridiculous farce, your gamble will only…
The rabbit stares me.
It stares into my eyes as I collapse to the floor, back against the wall. Sweat runs down my body, from the damp hair plastered to my forehead to my aching ribs. My breathing is ragged and my white shirt sticks to my skin, wet and uncomfortably warm.
The rabbit tilts its head from across the rectangular practice room, eyes boring into mine with mischievous curiosity. Its white fur shimmers as it grabs the left side of its scarlet blazer, pulling out a pocket watch. It…
John Deere: John Deere was born February 7, 1804 in Rutland, Vermont and died May 17, 1886 in Moline, Illinois. John Deere was born to William and Sarah Deere. He was their third son. In 1805 the Deeres moved to Middlebury, Vermont, where his father was a tailor. In 1808, he got on a boat headed for England, hoping to get more money for his family. No one ever saw him again and he was declared dead at sea. (Company)
Raised only by his mother who made just enough money to get by, John’s…
or large. At the Boys and Girls club I was thought varies ways to overcome my anxiety, things like: hosting events (MC) and even talking in front of small audience. As of right now I am very proud to say I no longer have stage fright. I am proud to say that I host (MC) all the events that is going on at the Florence Degeorge Boys and Girl Club.
There was a boy name John, who was very timid to the point he was afraid of interacting with the other kids around him. I took the…
universal themes worth investigating theatrically.
Ellis-Fermor, Una, trans. Ibsen: Hedda Gabler and Other Plays
Penguin: London, 1983
Fjelde, Rolf, ed. Ibsen: A Collection of Critical Essays
Prentice-Hall International Inc: New Jersey
Mayerson, Caroline W. “Thematic Symbols in Hedda Gabler” 131-138
Lucas, F.L. The Drama Of Ibsen & Strindberg
Cassell: London, 1962
McFarlane, James and Jens Arup trans. Henrik Ibsen: Four Major Plays
Of Mice and Men Essay - Fate or Choice?
Choice is defined by the ‘Shorter Oxford Dictionary’ as;
“The act of choosing; preferential determination between things proposed.”
It also states the definition for fate;
“The principle, power, or agency by which events are unalterably predetermined from eternity.”
Is our life choice, can we determine our fate by choosing our path or is our destiny determined for us?
John Steinbeck puts forward this question in his novella Of Mice and…