Licking

Gretchen glances again in the direction of Bubba’s muscular arms. When he notices her look, Bubba the Love Swab flexes his muscles in extreme nervousness. She measures his look of desperation and chuckles while turning from Bubba to focus her attention on Jacques quickly glancing again in the direction of Bubba’s muscular arms. Bubba, now watching Gretchen’s every move, is thinking this could possibly be the big one. The earthquake that will rock the state. Of course, he’s not referring to the…

Dream It was dark and cold, I couldn’t see where I was going all I know it that I am in my house in my room my mom took my light bub out and blocked my heating vent. I heard my door open and turned my head and seen my mother, she was walking towards me. “I see your still up stupid bitch.” She yelled whispered trying not to wake my brother, I started to hear my own heart beating, and my breathing quickened. I sat up on my bed and tried to run towards the door but her hand gripped my hair and…

Within a reality encircled of spiritual deaths and where the forces of time and death calls and lurks on their prey, is a man who lost himself in every sense. Among an industrialized dark world in which a reasonable sign of vivacity is seldom found, is the present time for the man who oughts to believe his mind and soul are rich in color. Yet in all sensibility, he too is a foreigner who lacks zeal for life- unknown to the outside world. The mysterious speaker in T.S Eliot’s “The Love Song of…

Sideways, spinning, the sled hit a bump in the hill and Jonas was jarred lose and thrown violently in the air. He fell with his leg twisted under him, and could hear the crack of bone...In his agony he perceived the word ‘fire’ and felt flames licking at the torn bone and flesh. The pain grew. (Lowry 108-109) The reader of this scene understands that Jonas was sensing the pain of him being thrown off the sled. Unlike others in the community, if they were thrown off a sled, they wouldn’t feel…

hand is shown opening the top of a red- and white-colored milk carton. In black letters it reads “Thank you for buying Adhor Farms products”. (7 secs) Same sound as shot #1 Cut to Shot #4 (CU; straight on): Shows a man’s face from the side who is licking his lips as he is slightly titling his head and looking at something. A reddish car is behind him in the middle ground and in the background there…

Children aren’t given any time to be listened nor to make decisions. It’s seen that Cory can’t say or choose anything of his wish. He want to go on with sport but Troy wants him to pursue work at A&P and make a licking from there. He even calls a big fool. Troy: “You a bigger fool than I thought ... to let somebody take away your job so you can play some football. Where you gonna get your money to take out your girlfriend and whatnot? What kind of foolishness is…

In 2011, there were about sixteen million Americans older than six years old that went hunting. With all the sixteen million hunters some would argue which weapon is better for killing game. Some hunters just don’t take into consideration the similarities and differences between hunting game with a bow or hunting game with a firearm. According to the seasons to hunt in different states, there are many animals, hunters can hunt for with both bow and different firearms. Most, wild game that…

We arrived at a small café. At the counter we bought two orders of fish and chips wrapped in packets of paper. I followed Marisol outside to a bricked patio. The café tables stood under colorful canvas umbrellas. Marisol chose one furthest from the café’s backdoor, seeming to breathe easier now we were off the street. The aroma of golden battered fish and crispy chips made my stomach rumble, and I realized just how hungry I was. I knew it was from using my mage powers. A bottle of malt vinegar…

One more mile… One more mile… One more mile… I kept chanting this over and over in my head. I don't know who said the first mile was the worst, but they're a liar. I hated them all. My legs were on fire and began to wobble like Jello. The blistering sun filtered through the small canopy making the suffocating temperature even more unbearable. I swiped away the sweat running down my face. Just one more mile to conquer and I would be home. My legs were screaming in protest with every pounding…

Kyoka studied the pig like person or rather the person like pig that was standing a few meters in front of her. Maybe it was the so called male chauvinist pig? "Let us put bad jokes aside for now" she thought to herself as she started to analyze the situation. After she had received the strange message followed by the countdown from the mechanical sounding disembodied voice earlier, this pig (let's call him Mister Piggy for now) had appeared before her. No, considering the fact that the…