Walking

in both my sport and my schooling I would not leave time for eating because I was constantly overworking my body and losing sleep to study to ensure my hundred percent on the next AP History exam. I grew to make myself so sickly and ghostly, I was walking the halls of my High School one morning and fainted because of lack of sleep and consumption of food. My parents took me off of the swim team because my bones and become so brittle and weak, they could not handle the effort required to complete…

and boots on, and run out the door. The cold wind slaps my face. Winter has taken much away from me throughout my life. One day when I was just nine years old my parents left me alone, and traveled into the woods in search of food and wood. I start walking over to the barn to check to see how my horses are. I pass the…

One bright and sunny day, Patrick was walking home from a very stressful day at school, but today was Friday, which meant he got to relax a little. When he got home, he grabbed some snacks and plopped down on the couch. Earlier in the day, his friend James had mentioned that a girl he knew was having a party that night and they should go check it out. He pondered whether or not he wanted to break his mom’s rules and sneak out. He let the idea slip in and out of his mind while he watched…

before. Mareike stomped down the street, dodging the crowds of people. She usually had fun at these street fairs, but today she just wanted to go home. Ivy’s the reason I’m here, she thought, if only she actually bothered to show up. Mareike kept walking only to be stopped by some college kids running one of the booths. “Hey girlie, you look like you could use some of this,” one of the workers said. He walked back to the booth and poured something into one of the cups they had there.…

will assume you are infected.” As the force field powered down, the door of the room came flying open and two scary looking men entered quickly. They were extremely tall with long black beards and their eyes hidden by dark goggles. Kate saw them walking towards her first. She tried to move back, but a look from Mr. Jacks stopped her. They couldn’t risk going back. With force the guards stuck a needle in her arm and took her blood. They walked towards Mr. Jacks and did the same. As soon as the…

it. I fixed my hair walked over to the window and opened it. I stood on the edge and looked down. I was on the third floor so it was pretty high. I slung my bag on my arm and jumped. Using the air to soften my fall, I landed on my feet and started walking. It was raining so I pulled my hood over my head.…

neighborhood were walking to schoolas well.They were talking to friends and having fun. Erin walked on her own. She didn’t really want to be with anyone. People were gross, they would leave you something better. Someone who is in a higher postion then you. She looked up at he sky. It was gloomy and it made her feel even worse. She started to walk at a faster pace since it looked it was about to rain. When she got to school she went to her locker and got her math book. While her was walking to…

Casey had been my best friend since I was old enough to know what a friend was. Casey was a year older than me and she was a senior at our high school. It was her graduation day and she was supposed to give a speech as the Valedictorian. No one ever dreamed she would never arrive to the ceremony that day. I had been with Casey that morning. She asked me to come over to her house to curl her hair and help with her makeup. I left Casey’s house about an hour before graduation. Casey said she…

Melody of the night by Leonid Afremov https://afremov.com/image.php?type=P&id=19095 When I look at the painting, it makes me feel happy and amazed with the variety of colors he has used. It shows a couple walking in the night with their dog. It’s not only a normal walk rushing to a place but a short walk in the evening somewhere in the park close by just to turn off from the world and spend quality time with the spouse/partner. Without friends or children. Mainly during the night, these…

Spiders Just Want to Paint During the past summer I helped paint a few murals on the old wooden green doors down at the Freight House Farmers’ Market. Along with fifteen other apprentices, I painted for four hours a day, four days a week. It was an easy schedule, nothing too taxing. The sixteen of us all found a few small problems every now and then during the painting process. After holding a palette in one hand for an hour or two in the chilly morning air, my hand became frozen and rigid.…