What About Bob?

was nearing, we seemed to break loose on what seemed like a promising attack. I…

away eleven year old Angel to the “school” as they call it, but ill talk about that later. Max, or her full name Maximum is one of the older Characters next to Fang (boy) at around the age 18. Both Nudge (girl) and Gasman (boy) are at around 10 to 13, and Angel is 11. Angel is basically Max’s daughter since Max had raised her since she was a baby. They all went to their cabin on the mountain and they were stunned at what they had seen. Max couldn’t take it any longer and decided to bring Fang…

So about a day later me and my sister had traded jobs, I caught on pretty well and learned how to cook some simple food right away while it took her a while to learn how to wash clothes the right away. Through this experience I learned how to take care of myself and how to learn important skills from others. As I grew older and even now I keep learning about the different things you have to do take care of yourself and to lead a happy and healthy life. To be honest I’m scared about…

I think it’s weird how water looks almost black under frozen lakes. When it’s warm the water seems so friendly and inviting, but during the winter it’s almost ominous. “I just don’t feel the same way about you anymore, Aleksei” that’s definitely the worst thing anyone has ever said to me. It feels like it didn’t happen, but at the same time it feels like it’s the only thing that’s happened all week. Everything else is just jaded by those words. This was my first day of my junior year in college,…

“This isn’t actually happening? How could this be? What? Why?” These questions kept running around in my head as I stay up through the gloomy, cold nights. I desperately tried to disregard the darkness of the situation. It was problematic for me to focus on keeping warm in this blank, emotionless room when this situation, of roughly three months ago, had kept recapping in my mind – the intense pain shared between friends and family, endless tears, and the cramping of my hands from trying to look…

any scratches. Hey, what happened to your face?” Thunder rumbled in the distance as Millie tried to see the back door through her blurry eyes. She tripped over the threshold and stumbled into the kitchen. Turning from the kitchen sink, Hanna rushed to close the door against the wind, “Millicent, what on earth happened to your face?” “I think I fell off Pete’s bike.” “Go lie down on the couch.” Using a wet washcloth, Hanna wiped blood and gravel from Millie’s left cheek. “What happened?”…

Growing up some friendships are like exploding stars. They burn fast and bright, then for no real reason, or for reasons we can’t understand, fade forever. They say space might be infinite but that means infinite stars, too, if you think about it. Some have to collide. Some have to burn out to make room for the next. It’s freshman year and my mom helps me move cross-state from Colorado to Nebraska, unload my stuff in giant rolling laundry carts into McGloin Hall, my home for the next nine…

living room. I hit my fingers on the door frame as I ran through, it stung but I did not think too much about it. I ran outside and around the house to find another spot to hide in. As soon as I found a good hiding spot I sat down to catch my breath. After doing so I looked at my hand to find that it was bleeding. At that point a lot of questions were going through my head. How did this happen? What did I do? When did it happen? Then it dawned on me I had cut my finger when I hit it on the door…

The movie Nightjohn is a prime educational movie about slavery in the antebellum south. In Nightjohn, a young curious girl named Sarny just turns old enough to start work. She was raised by another slave named Delie as her mother was sold when she was a small child. Sarny starts working at the same house under the same master that Delie works under. Her job is mainly to take care of their young son named Homer. One night, while everyone is sleeping, Sarny notices a man (Nightjohn) awake sitting…

” Joe said. “I can't imagine not smelling cow shit every morning anyway. It’s soothing.” We started laughing until we were both standing there looking at the other, crying. It was the first time Joe and I had spoken that deeply about being an Albert— what it meant and what it felt like. We crumbled at the same time and sat by the wheelbarrow and wiped at our tears and sweat, the liquids hard to tell apart. I ran my palms over the dry grass in the field like it was water, inviting and mysterious.…