What You Know

comparison. “You question the role of Fate in your life, Orlana,” he said quietly, but the words resounded in her ears like a sonorous gong. “What if I told you I believed in it beyond words? In Haelios and his deceptive ways of making you think you control yourself, when in reality, everything was decided long ago by forces we cannot truly comprehend?” He leaned forward, lips soft and pale and barely moving, gaze flickering between her star-flecked hands and her eyes. “What would you say to…

Have you ever experienced a life altering event? Where every fiber of your being has been impacted in one way or another. The person you are now would not be recognized by your past self. What if you couldn 't remember any of it, but maybe had handful of memories. Those memories play in your head like a old vintage movie projector. Short, choppy, and blurry. At the age of 23, trying to remember what life was like before nine is a headache. The few memories I do have are constantly being played…

another adventure, eh?” Cotton coughed, as he vaulted over a dust devil. “This is exciting. Just you and me on a quest to track down the golden key.” “I just hope we can find it soon. This stuff is awful,” I choked. “I even have grit between my teeth.” “What’d you say?” he shouted. “You’re a pit beneath my wreath. What does that mean?” “Cotton, you need to clean out your ears.” He leaned over and dumped what seemed like a bucket full of sand out of each ear. “That’s better.” He laughed, and I…

over me. It 's always the same. Her voice cuts through the opaque abyss. I can never make out what she 's saying, but I know it 's her. The darkness dissipates, giving way to her smile. Dark brown eyes staring up at me. Curly black hair, unruly and yet, the twisted locks lay neatly just above her shoulders. Her lips trace a poignant question that I answered all those years ago. “I 'll always come back for you.” Her smile breaks as tears begin to roll down her cheeks and just as she had appeared,…

What would you do if the one thing that made a group stay together left? What if that group was a family of outcasts,or ”hoodlums” that their society blames them for. Would that group be able to stay together? That group of “Misfits” would be able to stay together after losing the thing that kept them together. Even though they lost a loved one,they would still do anything for one another like backing each other up without a second thought.While reading The Outsiders by S.E Hinton, the death of…

the music room really nervous about asking Mia to the Yo-Yo Ma concert, What if she say “No”. I mean I have done this other time so why am I nervous so I am just going to ask her, “Have you heard of the Yo-Yo Ma dude?”. She rolls her eyes and say “Everyone’s heard of the Yo-Yo Ma.” I grin and hooked my ringed thumb out toward the quad, “I don’t think you’ll find five people out there who’ve heard of YO-YO Ma. And by the way, what kind of the name is that? Is it ghetto or something? Yo Ma?” She…

single day to protect you, your children, your family, and community. How can you hate someone whose job is to protect you? Police officers have…

“Well, as you all know, Nephilim are what you get when angels and humans have interspecies relationships, so this is no ordinary child. I have sent Eremiel back to Earth to care for it until we decide what to do with her, she has immense power within her, we can tell. As for the mother, she has paid for her sins by way of being stoned. Eremiel carried the deed out himself. The father, I know who it is, but I am not going to say. I have forgiven him of this sin and will not shame him for it, as…

Katie signed her in; to let the office know that she was late and got dropped off by her legal parent. After Jasmine's mother signed her in she kissed Jasmine on the forehead and said “see you later cupcake”. Little did Jasmine and her mother know it was going to be there last time seeing each other. Many American citizens believe there…

I’m sorry. You have my whole heart. You always did. You’re the best guy. You always were. If I’m not here you can still talk to me. You can talk to me and I’ll talk to you. You’ll see./ Will I hear you?/ Yes. You will. You have to make it like talk that you imagine. And you’ll hear me. You have to practice. Just don’t give up, Okay?” (McCarthy 279). The love they had for each other flourished and endured…