Shear wall

fifteen-year-old young man. Living in the small town of Liebenthal. His childhood home; small, wooden, and with-stood the winters of what used to be Poland. He is not alone in that house along with his brother, sister, and mother they found peace in the wooden walls. His brother dressed in the Hitler Youth uniform; removed from normal schooling. In one year it would be his turn to join.…

sending shivers through your body. You brush against the oven handle and walk towards the kitchen sink. Above the sink there’s a stained glass window that sends shadows dancing around the kitchen . The colored glass panels blur the image of the brick wall from the building next to ours. You hear the dishwasher quietly gurgling and grunting as it washes the dishes. You turn around and walk out of the kitchen dodging the corner of the marble kitchen counter top. You look up at the shelf that hangs…

I was younger,I wasn't the most tamed child, I had a tendency of getting into mischief. I Even once received ten minutes on the wall for getting into trouble. Time on the wall also meant how long you got held from recess. It was anywhere from stealing a pencil, to going onto the forbidden Monkey Bars. One day I went a little too far, and got twenty minutes on the wall. The whole second grade knew about the little scene I created in at the assembly. This all started with a Veterans Day Assembly…

at both exits that where guarded my men he tried to think of a plan to escape but he couldn’t there was only one way out he though and that was to jump off the wall and onto the ground. He felt butterflies in his stomach and thought to himself if he doesn’t survive this he will at least be with his family again. So Shy jumped off the wall as the guards tried to catch him before he jumped while he was falling he thought to himself how he was going to the guards if they went after him. Shy hit the…

wearisome. Now boys, go straight down the hall, grab a chair, and put your feet up. Relax.” Two seconds later, we were wedged deep in a lumpy sofa in his sitting room. The only light was a roaring hearth fire that threw our quivering shadows against the wall. Tattered tales were piled high in corners. There was a clock hanging over the mantel, boxes of knickknacks stacked on shelves, and several faded family photos sat next to a meerschaum pipe on a carved nesting table. “Are you hungry?” Seth…

The scene describes Desi leaving his home for work. After making sure that he is gone, Amy goes to the bathroom and opens a champagne bottle and purposely injuring her vagina with it. She acts in front of the cameras in his house as a proof to display that he was abusing and raping her as her evil plan. She puts red champagne on her undies and crawls on the floor making it seem that she was running away from him while crying with fake tears and showing extreme fear on her face. Desi finally…

Trump had just been elected president. The wall was being constructed. He had gotten Mexico to pay for it by nuclear threats. The wall was 100ft tall and 10 feet wide on a 10 feet deep solid concrete based here was bared wire with 30,000 volts running through it covering the entire wall every 30 ft there were rocket launchers that were remotely operated. Every 100 feet there were grad towers with 2 grad in each. It was built almost over night. Once the wall was constructed trump set about…

We will be exploring the theme of “Childhood Dreams” through various mediums of art. Each piece in the exhibit has been chosen to represent the theme and provide a profound experience. Our personal childhood may be far from our mind, as many of us no longer have the time to think about it as we rush through our everyday lives. Perhaps some of us have forgotten our childhood dreams; or maybe some of us are living them, but have forgotten the thrill we once found in them. These works of art will…

memory to the back of my mind.. worried that would happen today. I stand up and my nude wedges click across the floor, castings echoes ringing from the white walls. I walk in slow paced circles, studying the small desks, the kind you see in middle school with the chairs connected to a miniature individual table, which were lined up along the wall. I pull out my 3x8 flashcards clutching them so tightly like they might give me magical powers to not mess up. It’ll be okay. It’s my story anyways.…

Her steps were slow and cautious. Her breaths were small and shallow, but her heart could be heard by anyone standing at least a few meters away. She had been waiting perpetually. Had been plotting, planning; and agonizing. She was already well aware of the consequence her actions would lead to, but after the event that had been weighing on her shoulders for years on end, the few seconds of relief that she would finally have after the deed was done would be all worth it. Her grip tightened…