Something Awful

what you act like. If you acted horrible and were self-centered, than you turned into something horrible. You lost your looks and your forced to live in that body until you break the spell. The only thing that could break your spell no matter what, was true love. Well in Beastly by Alex Flinn, Kyle Kingsbury your average american teenager, gets put into a situation much like the one above. Because of how awful Kyle is, he is turned into a Beast. He is forced to look like the total opposite…

an action taken against it, the amounts of deaths that come from it rise. Hazing is the act of torturing, forcing people against their wills, and humiliating them until they feel unworthy, or until they get very hurt. There have been a multitude of awful incidents that arose in different fraternities, as well as in other clubs and activities that colleges offer across the country. Many debates have risen on what to do to help prevent hazing, and the truth is you can’t. Colleges have suspended…

conflict would not be much of a story. Great villains can have a significant effect on the value of their stories, but what makes a great villain? One example is Felix from the novel Keepers of Light by Christine Barnaby, whose frightening appearance, awful misdeeds, and opposition to the hero make him an ideal villain. Barnaby’s descriptions of Felix paint him as a horrifying creature. He is massive and physically powerful, and his gray skin and disfigured face make him hideous to…

I refused to practice and had an awful attitude problem because of my anger and irritation towards my predicament. In my eyes, I never amounted to something great, which is an awful realization to come to when you desire to match the other role models in your family. I was terrified to let my family down, even though I knew that they would not be upset at…

That’s why I’m sending you this message. I am trying to fix things. I told Amy that I still have strong feelings for her and that I would do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to get one more chance to make her happy. And she rightfully gave me something to do. She told me that if I am able to convince a list of people whom she is close with that I am genuine in my endeavors and will truly…

was a child, I was told that failing was not an option and that giving up was not even a feasible suggestion. I have been working my entire life to not give up and to keep doing my best. Unfortunately, perfection is not attainable and it has been something I have struggled with my entire life in my classes and in work. In school, no grade less than an A was acceptable. When I would receive a B in a class, I would do all the extra credit work I could and I would study that subject late at night…

to hold on to the past. I am so busy looking forward to what comes next that I often miss the present. By the time I realize that I enjoy the present it has become the past. Today, my boyfriend pointed out something interesting to me. When we are children and we experience something for the first time the feeling is so intense. For example, when we trip and fall for the first time it is the worst thing that has ever happened to us. He went on to say that this is why time moves so quickly…

he was a white rabbit with somewhere to be, full of anxiety and in a hurry. Brown work books that had seen one too many long days let his torn socks unleash toes, it looked like ripped body bags revealing awful contents. For lack of a better term, let's call this man Woodrow. Woodrow was something…

great thing about being able to write first, second and third drafts is the fact that they can be awful because no one is going to see them except for you, it’s a safe space to let all of your worst ideas out. Until one day you’re looking through you’re one hundred worst ideas and you discover your best idea, then you run with it. Even then it will take a lot of time to develop that idea into something worth turning in or…

great friends! I can feel something great! No! Please be my friend please!" The raven pleaded and clung to the blonde. "Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo..ah no! Want to play a game?" Shizuo looked down at him, "What kind of game..?" Izaya just shrugged, "Any is fine! I don't care! I want need something to do." The blonde pried the other off his arm and growled low, "No. I don't. I don't want friends. " Of course this mutt would say that. Ugh typical. "Why not? Did you do something awful?" Shizuo…