Tears

Chapter Four: The Encounter “Ma’am… Ma’am, you dropped your wallet!” said Ben. Delilah suddenly flips around and sees Ben’s face. She couldn’t believe her eyes and neither could he. They two both just stood there in shock, but suddenly Delilah ran up to ben and hugged him, all the feelings were flooding back. Their past wounds were reopening. Delilah was glad to see him just as Ben was glad to see Delilah when he first saw her on the night the two parted. “How are you?!” Delilah asked as she…

frightening of my life. My heart sank, and I felt light headed. My eyes filled up with tears, and my throat closed up, preventing me from swallowing. I felt a lump in my chest, causing me want to scream so loud, the other side of the country could have heard me. Before running out of my bedroom in complete panic to inform my parents on what I had just discovered, I collected myself. Calmed myself down before more tears came out because I knew that if one came out, a thousand more would follow,…

Erit ergo Justitia! I have no words. Another life is lost. I am honestly in tears, angry and sad tears. I can clearly remember how his parents cry in national television. I can clearly remember how I felt the pain upon seeing his badly discolored arms. I can hear him scream. I can hear him pleading his upperclassmen to stop beating him. I can hear his last gasp of breath. I am enraged. I am disappointed. I am frustrated. Horacio Castillo III is now dead. A…

entering the kitchen as I chased after them. They came to a halt as they saw Papa crying in his chair and Nannie comforting him while shedding a tear at the same time. “Now can you tell us what is going on?” I asked for the final time. I didn’t realize that I wouldn’t want to hear the answer as I had no idea how the outcome was. Papa stood up, wiped the tears from his face, and looked us right in the eye. He told us, “It’s your…

Do you need some help? Are you hurt?" A small voice said and surprised me, I looked up and through m tears I was able to make out a small hand reach down tords me. I stay quiet with tears still running down my face. " oh look at you, do you want to come with me? I am sure my mom will be albe to help. She can fix anything! I promise. " with out any better option. I took the kid 's hand and he…

The Lost Ones 1984 There is a young woman that goes by the name of Rosa, age 28. She’s living with her 30 year old husband, Mark, and her five year old son, Jason. One day the Davis family went to an abandon creek to have a picnic. As they walked down the stream water on a cold day in 1978 there were bubbles coming out of the water. “Mommy,” Jason said, “why is there a lady sleeping in the water?” At that moment they started…

easy thing to take in. As you go through the stages of mourning, it seems to get easier to accept it. I have never gone through the stages of mourning. Shedding tears was only a temporary thing that lasted less than a minute. That is because I learned to view death as a beautiful thing at an early age. I thought I would no longer shed any tears for death like I had before. That was until I lost my abuelita yesterday morning. I woke up like every other day. My to-do list called for the norm:…

from five fires I was holding hands with this one little girl. We walked down the road in the pitch black the stars and sounds of all the other kids surrounding us. I heard a sniffle and looked down at the little girl gripping my three fingers. Big tears cascaded down her face. I stopped on the gravel road and turned on my dying flash light then knelt down to seven year old height. “What wrong?” I asked sympathetically. “I-I miss my dad” she sniffled. I immediately didn 't think anything of…

was not of the right texture when vocalizing the words, “flesh would melt.” I would continue my pity party into the next few lines, throwing my hand on a Bible to emphasize the words, “O God! God!” These lines would be spoken slowly, possibly with tears to show that I am defeated. After this, Hamlet goes on to discuss how great his father was and how…

My Journey Through MCSC I’ve had a very happy journey playing for the Mason City Soccer Club. The MCSC put a huge impact on my life, made me a part of their family and even put me through some emotional times. In this essay I am going to explain my experience with MCSC and how it benefit my life. MCSC put a significant impact on my life. I joined the Mason City Soccer Club 2 years ago when I was going into the 7th grade. Before joining MCSC I played for park ‘n’ rec, park ‘n’ rec is a great…