Trail of Tears

him dizzy and faint. However, he only sees mess blood and red meat loaf on the ground. He widens his eyes, the eyeballs almost fall out. He stares, stares, and stares at his dog, the pulpy meat on the ground. Tears fall down to the ground directly without touching his face, just several tears. He cannot believe that, never. “This must be a dream,” he smiles and no longer moves. He dries up, dries up his whole body. “He smiled!” a little girl says to her friends several days later. “He was so…

Little Raye of Sunshine Raye was not what I expected. She had long brown hair that was loose and wild and big brown eyes filled with hatred. Her pale, thin lips curved up and away from her nose. I think she was trying to smile, but it looked more like a grimace. Raye could not be more than eight years old yet she smelled like trouble. I cringed. This was going to be the worst babysitting job ever. Ray looked at me challengingly. I stared at the ground. Her gaze was terrifying. I have never…

“I can't breathe, I can’t breathe,” wheezing between words as I yelled at my mom for help. While it felt as my lungs were nonexistent and an elephant standing on my chest. I looked at my mom fearfully. I didn't know what was happen and what the future holds. As she picked me up and shot to the door. It's the night before an exciting day. The day that has been impending closer and closer everyday since the start of summer. First grade, exciting for more than just me. As the 130 others attending…

"His body glided quietly across the room, noiselessly and smoothly. His hands were in front of him, palms down, and his eyes were on the scorpion." This scene plays out on page 6 of John Steinbeck's The Pearl. The setting of John Steinbeck's The Pearl takes place in La Paz, Mexico. Some interesting details that drew me into reading this novel is the storyline of the novel. The storyline relates to the storyline of Ernest Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea where both protagonists from each book…

“Confusyd in hirself and hir owyn unstabylnes:” Plurality, Bricolage, and Infinite Regress in The Book of Margery Kempe There is a plurality of spiritual signifiers in The Book of Margery Kempe. We all know of Kempe’s “gift of tears,” of her ecstatic visions, her commitment to wearing white and creating a chaste marriage for herself. However irritating these signifiers may be, at first read the semiotics appear to be stable. Kempe cries readily when free association brings to mind the earthly…

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:…

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…

ABC is easy as 123, are the beginning words to my mother’s favorite song. Coming home from school was like the same routine, every day I would arrive home listening to Motown music on the record player, food on the stove, and my mother nagging about our homework. Not much of a battle for her because conditions were good, great music, delicious food, and mama was overwhelmingly happy. My mother was born in the 70s so, Rhythm and Blues or Motown sound as described by Jean Ferris; the author of…

The Birds are chirping, a cool wind is blowing, and the sun has just come up at Mary Blue Bird Middle School. All is peaceful and the sky is gloomy. The grass is mushy and muddy since it is 1st period and the grass has just been watered. Suddenly a horrifying scream, echos across the whole black top. It seems as if time has frozen and all is still. All the children look over to Anna who is wearing her long blonde hair in a messy high bun with bright blue volleyball shorts, a gray top, and shoes…

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,…