Save You

In my ethnographic trip I headed to a Non-Denomination Hispanic Christian Church. They hold services every weekend so I specifically chose Sunday night to hear their message. I chose this church because I have a grandmother who attends here and I felt comfortable to have someone I knew guide me. My initial thoughts prior to visiting this church was the same as the other churches I had visited before. I expected to walk in and sit down with no one really paying much attention to me. I was also…

hurting just like you and me. I looked out the window with a tilted head as the corner of my lips drooped. I was thinking about her funeral. I told you to just back up and take a different path because there were so many different ways to get to her grave. You didn’t listen though. You honked your horn and told them to move out of our way. When my sister and I both yelled “why would you do that?” I added “they were at a funeral!” You screamed “I’m mourning! I’m the hurt one!” And then you…

The sanctity of the moment was interrupted by voices coming up the trail. Two young men walked on past us at a good clip. We acknowledged them; they did not acknowledge us—too involved in their conversation with one another. They were talking about “doing” trails. One said something about “doing Berryvale,” which I know to be a great hike out of Big Basin Park. They were so much into their own exploits and planned exploits that they did not see the view of the bay. They did not see the gulch…

to see you,” she says, and invites me into the foyer. “How are you?” “I’m not sure. It’s been a crazy day.” “There’s roast chicken with tarragon in the oven,” she says, “I’d love for you to join me for an early dinner.” “Thanks.” We walk into the kitchen. The smell of food comforts me. She nods for me to sit, and arranges another place setting. “Do you enjoy cooking for yourself?” I ask. “I do, cooking became my new passion, once I gave up sex.” I chuckle. “I understand. It gives you what…

Son “Okay. Okay. But I can’t call you Son. ‘Hi, Son. Come here, Son.’ I sound like a grandmother. Give me something else.” “You pick.” “Okay. I will. Let’s see. I need something that fits. I know. I’ll ask you a question – a question I want to ask anyway and the best name will fit right in. Here I go. ‘Why did you have to leave Eloe on the run, leave so fast you couldn’t go to Frisco’s funeral, uh, uh, Phil?’ That’s good. That’s Anglicized French for son.” -Jadine and Son, Tar Baby…

Watari, why are you two here?” “I wanted to hang out and Watari said that he didn’t have anything else to do, so I dragged him over,” the small girl at the door said, a large grin plastered onto her face as her eyes sparkled. “Not true, I came because I wanted to,” the other friend, Watari, pouted. “Kousei, I made Watari come with us so don’t let him tell you some lie,” said Tsubaki with confidence. A flash of pink went across the front window, forcing…

or do you tell all your girlfriends about me? ” Annabelle asks curiously. “Yeah, I do.” Jamereo says calmly with swag, “They know not to fuck with you or talk shit about you. I put them in check. I put you over them, always. They gotta respect you at all times, no joke. I can call any one of them right now with you on the phone and they won’t say a thing. That’s how much control I have over they minds. That’s why I had you to answer the phone for me. I have nothing to hide from them, from you,…

William Shakespeare, the author of many famous plays and sonnets, once said, “Have more than you show, speak less than you than you know.” If this is the case then many people won’t be saying anything after trying to understand original Shakespearean writings. Thankfully for those people, there have been many more modern adaptations that are easier to read and understand. The English III class read through “The Tempest” by William Shakespeare. The three different version that were analyzed were…

These instances of imagery help to draw the reader in and give them a better idea of what is going on. One such image found early on in the book of Job is when Satan or the Adversary says to the LORD " Have you not hedged him about and his household and all that he has all around. The words hedged him about is another way of saying a common term such as fenced in, guarded or protected. That sentence used by Satan gives us the image of a hedge around Job and…

wood, lowering myself to the ground. I pulled my phone from my pocket. Two missed calls, three texts, one voicemail. Mom. "Hey." Said one. "How did it go?" Asked another. "Call me when you can." Read the last. "Jason, its Mom. I was wondering about your visit with Dr. Samwell today. Call me later okay? Love you." Click, I tossed my phone onto the bed a few feet away from me, sunk my head into my hands and ran my fingers through my…