Staring contest

Vallery’s Ending of “The Contest” by John F. Kennedy I yell at Elaine, “I Don’t want to have anything to do with you or your perverted friends. Ooohh, Get away from me! You’re horrible” (David 8). I cannot believe he would treat me as if I was a game or something. And how he played that nasty game with his friends. What kind of people are they to talk about… about masturbation like it was some kind of normal conversation. I am too hysterical of the way he played me to do anything at the…

contestants. She was one of the models that were trying to win. Her disorder was very advanced and she was confident enough in her own skin to compete in this modeling contest. The judges loved how she presented herself with an inspiring manner. I was also inspired by her confidents and how different she was. Although she didn’t win the contest she got the most publicity over social media. She also got hired for lots of major famous brand name modeling jobs. After hearing her trumps I decided to…

It really started on the day of the Pumpkin Festival; the day Perry Fiddler first came to my attention. It would have been an uneventful contest with Marcy, Wilber, and I, Otis Burrow, doing the judging honors for the annual festival. We had all bases covered; Marcy Winks was president of the Blushing Blooms garden club, Wilber Shuttle the State-U agricultural expert, and I, of course, owner of the Burrow Hardware and Feed. Everything was under control, that is until Wilber showed up with his…

much he resembled a raisin. Nevertheless, I was happy to meet this strange little person. Currently five months old, he is only good, and I use the word good very lightly, at four things: pooping, crying, eating, and worst of all, staring. After all the staring contests I have had with Adam, I am almost certain he does not blink. I truly do love my baby brother, but it was through him I realized that having kids is something I am just not meant to…

Mandarin. I've been to friend's homes where grandparents only spoke Spanish, Navajo, or even Tagalog; I relied on my host sister the same way I’ve learned to lean on friends. Chinese food didn't scare me, although it sometimes challenged me to a staring contest. I've seen people eat menudo, so I was brave enough to try pigeon and turtle. Spice wasn't intimidating; I got over that after a trip to New Orleans. Although I’ve never attended a Chinese high school or prepared for the gaokao, my host…

It seems you and your poser will be forever trapped in a staring contest until the two of you hear a shrieking. The doppelganger shivers and sticks two fingers down its throat, you watch in awe as the monster then regurgitates a pair of keys. You hold out your wrists instinctively and the creature shares a soft smile…

personal hardships have occurred Ronnie is still one of my biggest inspirations. Ronnie Radke was a singer of two well known bands, Escape the Fate and Falling in Reverse. He formed Escape the Fate after their big success with performing in a contest judged by My Chemical Romance. In 2008 His fellow band members decided it would be best if Ronnie left the band because of his addiction and got replaced by former lead singer of Blessthefall. As Escape the Fate is performing…

looked around the room like they were right in the middle of an awkward situation they wanted desperately out of. Annabeth immediately knew that something was wrong. "What?" she demanded. Her voice shook. "What happened?" Her father broke his staring contest with Athene with a great sigh. Quickly, he ushered everyone out of the room. Athene kissed Annabeth's forehead and gently brushed back her hair before she left. Apollo and Will shuffled out after her, leaving just Annabeth and her father.…

The last day of the contest, Krista arrived with Daniel and Lorraine a few minutes after seven. It was just starting to drizzle. I didn’t have a raincoat, so I searched several closets in the house before finding an old trench model that belonged to my dad. It had enough buttons, buckles and decorative flaps for ten coats. Climbing into it, it smelled of mothballs and hung on my shoulders, airless and heavy, like an old canvas tent. How he ever wore this thing, I’ll never know. Now it was my…

ate there alone every Wednesday at seven on the dot. Within 5 minutes of my arrival, a blonde haired man wearing a black t-shirt with jeans walked in and stared right at me. I loudly cleared my throat. When his crystal blue eyes refused to stop staring, I began the conversation. "Didn't your mom ever teach you it's rude to stare? May I help you?" I asked him, ready to take him out at any moment. I hadn't taken 18 years of Shito-ryu karate for nothing. "Mrs. Sylvia Rose, what a…