Nightstand

and I was surprised to find that someone had decorated her room for us. I walked around the room. "Who......Who did this?" I asked. "I don't know," Lindsay responded. Lindsay's POV I looked around the room and I noticed a card sitting on Ella's nightstand. "Guys come here," I said. I opened the card and it said, "Hope you love your new room Ella. I love you to the moon and back! Love, Aunt Witney" "Of course," I said. "It was your aunt Witney," I told Ella. She hopped on her bed and laid down…

I 've been here before, many times over. Dark and quiet but it feels warm. Like coming home from a long trip. The sense of familiarity washes over me. It 's always the same. Her voice cuts through the opaque abyss. I can never make out what she 's saying, but I know it 's her. The darkness dissipates, giving way to her smile. Dark brown eyes staring up at me. Curly black hair, unruly and yet, the twisted locks lay neatly just above her shoulders. Her lips trace a poignant question that I…

It was three in the morning, which wasn’t really different from any other night, for April Savige, anyway. April, for some reason, loved staying up late, even though she usually had to get up at six thirty. What she loved staying up for was something lots of people would call pointless: fanfiction. Fanfiction was a type of writing fans of a work wrote instead of the real creator of the work. No one knew who the ‘creator’ of fanfiction was, but a few people had… guesses. “Oh my gods, Perce, you…

Moreover, Kesey uses the character Dale Harding to show the dominance of masculinity between men. Dale Harding, the scholar with a vixen wife, is described to be a fragile-like male, with beautiful features, dainty hands, nice hair and a slim body, and educated suggest attributes fitting for a leader. Despite his beauty, his good looking wife, and his degree, Harding’s biggest trouble was his passiveness and lack of masculinity. When McMurphy is first introduced in the book, he asks to meet…

sudden, no one even knew what happened or how it happened. Family members found her one morning on her floor laying there unresponsive and pale in color. Apparently, it was a freak accident. She had fallen the night before, hit her head on a nightstand. From the fall, she had hemorrhaging on the brain. She passed away later that day. My mom knew God and believed there was a God; as a younger child, but as she grew up she did not attend church. Many thoughts were going through my head. I…

“I restore myself when I'm alone,” said Marilyn Monroe a week before she killed herself. Monroe was found dead on August 5, 1962. She either committed suicide, overdosed on pills, or was murdered in her home in Brentwood, California. The investigators are not sure who was involved, but some seem to think that either it involved her maid, John F. Kennedy, or the doctors who brought her body back from the hospital multiple times. Marilyn Monroe’s death raised a lot of awareness throughout the…

Everyone has dealt with situations where the other person won’t agree with their point of view on a situation. Well, many stories use these situation to create conflict. When two different perspectives are trying to take the lead, it is almost impossible for the opposing view to compromise, because each side thinks they are correct. Confetti Girl by Diana Lopez and Tortilla Sun by Jennifer Cervantes show that different points of views, for example, from a parent and from a child, can create…

If It Were a Snake, It Would’ve Bit Me! I’ve always been a responsible person. Throughout high school and middle school, I’ve lost practically nothing of significance. Most teenagers my age misplace things all the time; their precious little keys, worshiped phones, beloved technology, and other supplies are nowhere to be found. I thought I was the perfect teenager, always turning in and completing work on time and protecting all of my valuables. I’m beginning to think that my prosperity has…

I immediately put the pieces together. What I had thought was some freak hoax over the TV now became crystal clear as I pictured the creature I had so recently kicked off my cement landing. I sped to my bedroom and pulled the Glock 9mm from my nightstand. I was shoving the magazine home just as a dull thump sounded outside the living room door. Not having time to ready any of my other guns, I hurried back into my living room and chambered a round. A series of low thumps followed as, I assume…

moment I remembered that my digital clock was dimmed. That was an easier target considering it was right next to me on the night stand. All I had to do was turn the brightness up with the touch of a button. I slowly moved my hand in my bed toward the nightstand not knowing where he was now. I didn’t hear the breathing as loud. He must have finally relaxed. I opened my eyes slightly to find him standing up looking down at me. Don’t reach for it you can see him I told myself. I moved my leg to I…