Tell Me What You See

You Just as Well Come Clean! Pamela and Rain ~Chapter-One~ As Pamela seat there with her beautiful milky brown skin; and her deep chestnut brown dreamy eyes. With her neatly lock twisted shored length hair, and her slightly over size curves. She slowly lifted up her head, out of her hands, and bargained questioning Rain, “Girl how could I been so stupid, to let this happen to me”? As Rain turned around from looking out of Pamela’s, bay window with the sunlight shining across her dark…

This story follows me, my mom, and my dad. As you can tell from the title, this story won’t be a happy jolly story with rainbows and snow cones. None of those at all will be relevant to this story. This is a personal thing that I myself can vividly remember. It’s not like you expect to get a phone call that can put life in perspective. It’s not like you want a phone call that can change your life. It’s not like you need a phone call that can change your family. Haven’t you ever felt that feeling…

“It’s here,” the thought that comes to every student’s head on the first day of class. With hast and anxiety they take their seats, wondering what this semester will bring. As he look and see faces that could be future friends or even study buddies he wonders, “How will I do this semester?”, yet the most famous question is “Who is my professor?” Every college student hope’s that he will have good professor teaching them in hopes that he will receive good grades, however other than the student’s…

Rei POV: 'I hear the cries and screams of people around me. There's a dark figure, with a blade held against my neck. The smell of blood fills the air. I feel the warmth of two bodies touching. I see myself covered in blood, so dark it looks black. It all feels so real. The darkness subsides. A bright senery takes over. I see a group of people laughing, they look so happy, like a family. These people seem familiar. I see myself among them, laughing with them. My face glows with happiness as I…

York is glowing. Snow is falling, kids are laughing, what a magnificent day to be alive. It is hard to imagine waking up to anyone but my fiancé. Ashton is tall and lean. He has dark brown hair, blue eyes and is everything I've ever wanted in a guy. Every day is a blessing to be alive. I walk into the kitchen to the smell of crispy bacon cooking. “Ash, I have a doctor’s appointment today. Can you run to the bank for me?” I request. “Sure. Let me know how your check-up goes!” Ashton remarks.…

mutually productive thought with each other and give mutual positives regard. If you never have any talk to with one another more than one time, and to start with a mutual positives comment is something that you want to give to each other. It a good start to make a friend. Your friend can give you and stimulation to see something that can better you in your life and friendship. Peter can give you that stimulation to see the bigger picture in something that I would never think I would like to do…

do things other people tell me because I think I can do it on my own. I also act very childish, like stupid little kiddy things amuse me and in a lot of situations, I don’t act mature or take things seriously. Many people have always and will always see me as ‘giggly, smiley, funny Nevaeh’. People always tell me to stop smiling because I never seem to stop smiling. Some people even get mad at me because I laugh at anything and everything. A lot of people don’t really see me as stubborn but I am.…

book tells a story, it tells the story of someone or something. Most of the time the story being told gets deeper into detail and tells things that wouldn't be said in the beginning. I made my collage a book to symbolize the different parts of me. There are three layers; what people see when they first see me, what my friends and family see from and in me, and finally that part that I hide from the world. When you first meet me I’m quiet and shy then slowly as you get to know me you learn what…

Here I go again writing about the most beautiful thing that I know, and the best thing that has ever happened to me, which is none other than my “CULTURE.” According to Google, “culture is the characteristics and knowledge of a particular group of people, defined by everything from language, religion, cuisine, social habits, music and arts”. I’m proud to be a part of such an amazing culture, but before I talk about it, I want to give credit to the country where this culture originated. I come…

My dear reader, I write to inform you all that this story I tell upon myself is in no wrong. I come to you today in pure flesh and blood, to set your eyes upon me as I tell this story that many few mistakenly know the truth about. Coming to relevance that life shouldn’t be taken for granted, I am obligated to tell you true facts upon the everyday life of slave nurse during the Civil War. I myself know that I have to describe the unseen to only take in desire to save millions who have suffered.…