Raised Fist

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Franklin,” my father hollered up the stairs, “It’s for you. Its Lamar on the other line.” As I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another adventure with Lamar. Thirty minutes later, however, Lamar’s silver Mustang convertible swung into our driveway, and Lamar was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing my coat from…

Before we went separate ways, I played with someone's teddy bear but I don't know to whom it was. Maybe it belonged to Boribo? First of all, we went into a supermarket where some of us bought their lunches. Mael, Valentine, Ly and Boribo shared a sushi plate. It looked mouthwatering. I wanted to get some Dutch specialty like stroopwafels but I hadn't enough money. Instead, I walked around with Zoé. She was looking for a tobacconist. We went until the end of the street and back before asking to…

In the book The Traveler’s Gift, we see David Ponders work schedule being frantic, as his attempted to save his employer from takeover. He often left his home before daylight and rarely returns until after his family had gone to bed. Despite all the hard work, the takeover had been completed. Later on as David’s wife Ellen slept, he wondered how that was possible because that evening he lost his job. David questioned how things could be okay, he had a second mortgage to pay, a car and no money.…

Thoughts about the Prom. Thoughts about school. Thoughts about the future. Thoughts about Sylvester and his unrelenting crush on Theodore. Too many thoughts that clung to his mind, and all Lewis wanted to do was rip his hair out. "You with me, Lewis?" Lewis tried out a few blinks before realizing Sylvester was staring at him with concern. With his eyes closed and a lazy smile on his face, Lewis gave a soft hum and nod. Double reassurance never failed. Whether Sylvester believed him or not, Lewis…

An unexpected knock comes from the door and I almost don’t answer. I don’t want to answer it. I’m back in the room, I woke up for the first time as a demon in this stupid rebel base. There are two guards constantly posted at my door, and it’s been nearly five days since we arrived. We was easy to escape the lab once in the carrier and within an hour, we picked up Walker and Skye. Flying was partly terrifying since mine and Flich’s flying skills are horrible. Even when Jensen woke up, he was…

Minhas would be entering any second. While they waited, they settled in cushiony seats along a long dining table. "Why do we have to wait for him?" Aarya asked impatiently. "He 's the groom . . . ?" a red-brown haired girl next to her said. Aarya raised an eyebrow. She never recalled asking for her opinion. "Sorry, I 'm really nervous," the girl continued, her slender fingers tapping against the table, irritating the life out of Aarya. "He 's like so hot and I don 't really stand a chance in…

Here is a ye olde tale Once upon a time, in the magical land of Yang lived a young girl named Chino. She lived along with her family and a best friend named Vamsi, he was a head knight in the king’s own personal guard. Chino hoped one day that she could be the best story teller in the entire middle earth, like her aunt Rona, who was a silver tongue. Silver tongues are a race of magical story tellers, who had the power of weaving the best stories ever heard in all of the three worlds, and they…

19 – Unsure The memory of Idmaer plagued Edoma, preventing any semblance of a good night’s rest. He had looked so helpless in shackles. She knew him to be anything but, even bound in chains she could see his mind working to figure a way out of it. But there wasn’t such a way. He was no longer the man she had loved, if that man had ever even existed. To think he had stolen the grimoire from the First Priest’s tomb, all those years ago, and never told her about it. And then he had used the magic…

"Time for tea, Miss." Abigail's frail voice rung out, her voice slightly muffled by her quiet knocking - although she had need not to - I was nearly out the door. "Yes, I'll be on my way." It had seem that this tea time was rather, ineluctable. The fire crackled and hissed, well-fed of slanderous and twisted news from the newspaper. It shall be ashes to ashes, died in it's burden. Carefully, I tighten the pearly white gloves around my wrist. I left my room, and made way down the sleepy…

Feminism in Literature (A detailed analysis of Feminism in, Story of an Hour; My Antonia; and Yellow Wallpaper) “In November 2015, Hillary Clinton (1947–)—former U.S. Secretary of State, former U.S. Senator, and former U.S. First Lady—was the frontrunner in the race for the Democratic nomination in the U.S. presidential election of 2016, and was heavily favored to secure the nomination” (Collins Lines 1-3). In today’s world women are accepted into society as an equal of man, and of men of all…