Leather jacket

Title It is never easy on a child when they have to grow up with divorced parents. Family time turns into custody battles. Weekends revolve around being driven from place to place in order to be able to spend time with both parents. The millions of innocent questions focused around learning that children ask in their early years turn into questions of their own self-worth and why things have to be the way they are at home. The love they used to feel when their parents were together turns into…

A commotion in the hall startled Saban. He opened his eyes and sat up on the cot confused by the unrecognizable surroundings. A dim light seeped into the dark room through cracks in the wooden door. On his way to the door, he stumbled into Elisaveta’s cot jarring her awake. He opened the door, peered down the hall, and shuffled toward the sounds. A hand touched his shoulder. Turning, he saw Elisaveta. She smiled, and he took her hand as they walked toward the activity. Four people had gathered…

As World War II ended and the start of the Cold War began, the 1950s was a time that our country was feeling the victory that it had just achieved and the prosperity that had resulted. Industry production was booming, consumer goods had found a new popularity, suburbs were emerging, and the growth of growth of the southwest was visible. In Rebel Without a Cause, the themes of the 1950s were shown greatly throughout. Rebel Without a Cause is about a troubled teen, Jim Stark, who’s family moves…

Treasure wakes up screaming making Klaus run into the room. "Treasure" he says trying to get her to wake up fully. once she opens her eyes he pulls her to him and holds her as she sobs. "I killed someone" she sobs and he rubs her back whispering sweet nothings into her hair. after they pull away he pushes a piece of her hair out of the way and Klaus gasps. staring back at him are yellow eyes in the place of Treasures deep blue ones. "Love... your a werewolf" he says and her eyes widen with fear.…

plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. … I can’t think what anybody sees in them,...We do“Ding Dong! Ding Dong!” Ryan lifted her head groggily as she noticed her twin sister, Camryn, sprinting out of their room in her black and blue leather denim jacket. What in the world is she doing in my clothes? Ryan wondered.Camryn is always wearing her crop tops and shorts, so why would she be wearing my clothes, on a Saturday morning, without telling me? Whatever. I’ll just get her later. Time…

Mika Dolan: Friend of Exis Luck and Cat Sanders. She’s the reckless one but very fashionable. She will never leave you hanging though. She is tall 6’ even. She has red hair with golden eyes, and She loves old school Rock ‘n’ Roll. She loves Spongebob. She is a full angel. She is Exis and Cat’s protector. Mika is African-American. Cat Sander: The sensible one. She is 5’4”. She loves anime, and she is very fashion challenged and needs Mika’s help all the time. She has blonde hair and light green…

The trip to Chicago was blessedly uneventful, even as the amount of relics from the time before steadily increased as they got closer to the city. “You, are such a hick,” Miles whispered in her ear, grasping her elbow as she gawked, keeping her from tripping over her own two feet as they walked the streets of chicago. “Are you complaining?” she asked looking up at him with a toothy grin. “No,” Miles chuckled with a shake of his head as he looked into her mischievous eyes, “absolutely no…

images of fifties teens swinging around the sock hop and sipping milkshakes through a straw in a Grease-esque diner. “I was born in the wrong era,” she says. The jubilant fifties teens join together to do the hand jive in their poodle skirts and leather jackets. “I wish I could have been alive in the fifties,” adolescent girl sighs. Although the imagery is captivating, it masks the female discontent of the Era of Affluence. What the nostalgic teenage girl does not see is the housewife confined…

Kilowatt: Third Generation Ultra (working title) He felt the rain pelt away at his suit as he watched intently through the filthy glass window. He could barely make out what the men in the warehouse were doing. Some recon mission. I’m so tired of him holding my hand like this. It was supposed to help mask his movements, and any noise he might make. For him, it was his training wheels, and he was ready to ride on his own. “Hey, Pop, ease up on the storm will ya? I can’t hear anything over your…

Once the bump of the railroad tracks bounces me out of my leather seat, I know I am close to seeing the familiar smile of two of the most important people in my life. With the final turn, I prepare myself for a day of being pampered. This mundane drive occurred thousands of times, yet each and every time I drive up the rock-wall lined driveway that my grandmother has tirelessly spent puzzling together, I am filled with the recognizable joy. Opening the door release the fumes of bacon and eggs…