Spandex

“Maybe,” Caroline answered back, smiling at May. May squealed with pure delight and clenched the Azurill doll she was still holding. She might be getting her very own Pokémon! Maybe Hoenn wasn’t going to be so bad after all. The interior of the new home had standard high-end furniture. “Looks nicer than what we used to have. Guess Dad’s new job must pay better.” May thought, admiring the arranged furniture throughout. Caroline began heading up the stairs and called for May to follow. They…

A Reflection of Rock and Roll There is no doubt that throughout the decades rock and roll music has changed and been influenced by cultural and social events. The only way to explain these changes is to start at the beginning. These changes started as early as, or even earlier than the 1920’s. That is where we will begin all the way until today’s music. In the 1920s music was dominated by blues and jazz. The blues primarily came from African American slaves mostly in the south. A lot of the…

Some say heroes are only found in story books and declarations from wrinkled grandparents. Some say heroes are all around us. Tales of epic heroes are found throughout history. Most of these tales include an individual who possesses all or most of a general set of traits such as the following: the hero was born of noble birth or some imperial station in life; they have established themselves as an exceptional warrior; they are well recognized as an exceptional and heroic person; and they are…

when I was working out it was the only time I felt strong and could escape from everything I was dealing with. The labels I was given in high school, effected me more than most people realized. While I was a whore because I ran in a sports bra and spandex, I was also a virgin afraid to end up like my mother who often slept with multiple men in a week. I was crazy because I took drugs, when I took Xanax mostly because of struggle with anxiety. These labels did not only effect me as the way I saw…

I couldn’t sleep. The images kept going through my head, over and over again, an eternally revolving circuit; a dog chasing its tail. The tinted light from the street seemed to blaze into my tiny room with the brilliance of a noon sun, but it wasn’t the light of illumination, it was the light of revelation. In this light you could see the truth; you could see where the things in the shadow lurked, the ones that fed on fear. I tried to ignore the book, face down on my nightstand, as I swung my…