Songs written by Brian Wilson

Magic In Our Hearts It still seems like it was just yesterday. The smell of the roses, the cloud of hairspray covering my home from left to right. People running around trying to get ready. Somehow everything seemed to be passing by so slow for me. I felt such calmness and peace going through me. I looked down and could see I was only half ready, still wearing my blue basketball shorts and Pink Floyd t-shirt. Make up was already done and hair was almost done just needed a few…

reader. For Nicholas Sparks, his writing style has to be very liberal and flexible because if it was not like that then he would only create similar novels. It is essential that he is able to manipulate his own writing style. The main thing that affects the writing style as said before is the theme of the novel; that is what sets the mood for the writing style. Apparently the theme is very important for Nicholas Sparks ' writing because that is what causes a remarkable difference between the…

Change Is Not Always Bad As I sat in my room and reminisced over the change that happened in my life, a smile crossed my face. My smile was not because I like change, but it represented me overcoming the fear that gripped me every time change occurred. Many times in life I began to love or hate certain factors that life handed me depending on how I went through my first experience of that situations. Change is one of those factors I hated because when I first encountered it, I was young and…

Her name was Alison Anne Clarkson. She was named after her mother, Anne, who was one of the most kind and calm and peaceful person you could ever know. Her father was named Carl Jackson. Most people, when meeting him, thought stereotypical thoughts about him. They thought he was drinker, or that he was too mean and rude. But even though he was rough around the edges, he loved his wife and his only daughter and they, themselves, loved him. Anne’s parents intensely disliked him. They disliked him…

April.23.2000. The day my friend was murdered by his father. The police ruled it captured him and sentenced to life in prison. I was 15 years old then. I’m Alexis Brighton. I’m 16 years old, and I think Andrea is is back to help me get rid of the new vengeful spirit in my new house . It all started two weeks ago when we moved into a old, moldy, house. It wasn’t a pleasant view to look at. Suddenly I hear my mom running through the door: “Alexis! Can you help me grab some boxes into the…

Mingyu had known Psychology wasn’t the easiest major to study, but he came to realize several months into his second year of university that he underestimated the amount of work he would be receiving. Essay after essay he had been completing all throughout autumn, and he grew tired of his routine. Every time Junhui and him obtained a great amount of work, they would always complete (or attempt to) their assignments in Mingyu’s room due to their similar work ethics. However, Mingyu was going…

“Santana Adventures” I never realized when I was younger what the true meaning of family was. Through the many little adventures life brought to my family, I grew to learn exactly what it meant. One such adventure, began on a warm spring morning in early March. I was fourteen at the time, you know, that young, annoying, and awkward age when you aren’t sure whether you should “be cool” or just go home from school and watch Arthur. “Brrrriiinnnggg! Brrrriiinnnggg!” My alarm…

"Shh Nicolas or they will hurt us too" I tell my 9 year old brother who is currently crying in my arms. We were hiding in the little hidden door to our playroom that my parents made for me and my brother. I could see the two tall buff men enter one says “Get things that can come in use to us” and left the room. The one man started going through drawers. **Gasp** I quickly cover my little brother 's mouth. One man started coming towards where we were currently hiding. "JIM COME ON TIME TO GO GET…

There he was, amidst those whose fate was so tragic my heart ached. He was entering the castle I knew and loved. My father allowed those who were going into the maze one final feast. The house was decorated with flowers and ribbons hanging from the ceilings accompanied by delicacies the chefs prepared only this time of year. I hated this time of year, the time when innocent civilians were sacrificed for my father 's Minotaur. It always seemed like the angel of death was lurking through the…

Ski Trip to Vermont My friends and I consider ourselves to be very spontaneous and adventurous. It was one cold week in February of 2016, when a group of about 6 of my friends (including me) all decided that we wanted to go to Vermont for the weekend to ski and snow tube. Considering this would be my first trip with no parental guidance at all, I was apprehensive about asking my mom. On the way to drop me off after school one day, my best friend Tony told me to tell her that he was going too…