When Doves Cry

my only day, my last day. Glancing up at the clock a grimace was sent across my face. It read ten o'clock, not but an hour before my execution. Breathing in deeply and sighing, I pick memories from my brain. I felt if it had only been but a day ago when I first learned about identity theft. The same high school classroom where I learned the easy way out. The classroom swirls into a picture in my mind, Mr. Henderson standing in front of our class white board. Diagrams and words are scrawled…

day was hot, so I dashed outside and ambled off down a shady, well worn path that dipped low and circled around the creek which had been dammed up to form a small swimming hole. I climbed up onto a small overhanging dock stretched out my arms, and dove deep into the cool water. I amused myself for a while and treaded water, swam laps, and bobbed around. Then, in the afternoon I marched off on sopping wet, slippery sandals back to the house and ate two peanut butter and strawberry jelly…

“jive” (3). There is also a unique use of metaphor and simile (Hurston 295). Cortez, for example, speaks of the “salty dust devil winds/spitting in to silver helmets/through shit splattered wings” and likens a dream to a nail (Rampersad 3). Rita Dove in “Nexus” depicts a praying mantis outside the window as having a “monkey wrench head,” “pale eyes,” and “ragged jaws” as well as being “absurdly green” (4). Jackson speaks of the “pimped belch of Detroit” (14). Steptoe portrays “trees…

Thinking this class would help me make a more rounded officer I hastily clicked to register for the class. My first day of the class threw me for a loop. Instead of talking about how to solve the issue of international security threats the class dove into a conversation about the purpose of the university. My mind was flooded with confusion. How was figuring out the purpose of the university going to solve our “crisis”. As the conversation continued my confusion began to subside and my…

but came back with a nub just under the elbow. As She neared his neck, the magical killer started losing strength. Come on! Finish this! Bheithir was silent as Alaena dug the magical blade into his neck and flung herself over, slitting his throat. When she hit the ground, everything went black. ~ Alaena Hamel woke up, but didn’t move. The Mysterious Man outside was outside the cell, “Why don’t you just kill her! She’s taken two of my champions!” “Well sir, we…

The Popol Vuh is an ancient sacred Mayan book of myths written from the Mayan World. The myths within the Popol Vuh are used as a way to explain the world, by connecting myth to reality. The myths within the Popol Vuh explain how their world was created through a creation story and has basic social lessons through stories of the hero twins, Hunahpu and Xbalanque. Myths are used to teach lessons to people through the interconnection of myth and reality, and the Popol Vuh is no exception. Myths…

a thief? How many tears would it take to flood the world? To gain compensation of One’s life in hope, love and pearls? How many tears of joy can One shed for the return of happy thoughts in their head? How many tears? You may ask; do I have to cry before I transition from this life? Well, there’s GOOD NEWS from heaven! I want you to know; God have seen every tear and He has not given you the spirit of fear. Trust in Him with all your might and know everyone of your battles He will…

Malatesta is silent, he does not want to say anything, but listening and crying. It seems he is in great pain. When we put ourselves in his situation, will we not be painful, not regret for we have done? Although Francesca and Paolo are suffering in same condition, their mental state is different. Paolo was killed by his own brother which is his family member who may love him before. When he is memorizing all these thing, he must be guilty and he may ask himself what I have done, he knew it is…

Game over I used my last fake dark, and missed. She dove behind the wheelbarrow at the last moment. I cursed under my breath, knowing I would lose a point for that. I heard her giggle, and I picked up my foam knife. The anger in me, that gave me the strength to fight these games, made me grit my teeth. I always gritted my teeth when I went in for the winning shot. But this time I missed, and my rival beats me. She smiled, and I glared at her in defeat. We shook hands and walked out of the game…

some paths that could take us to the mountain! Aren’t I so prepared?” “Prepared to fail, that’s what,” I mumbled under my breath, “And you aren’t a scout, nor do you have any honor.” We had been trekking through the jungle for about four hours when we arrived at the foot of the immense mountain, it’s peak barely visible from where we were standing. If I had been more perceptive, maybe I would have been able to notice the thin wisps of smoke emerging from the top and the subtle tremors of…