Yeah Yeah

The tryouts weren’t in front of the class, but I still had to try and keep my hands and knees from shaking. It was my very first tryout I had ever done. “Yeah I was in the dark / I was falling hard / With an open heart / How did I read the stars so wrong? / And now it’s clear to me / That everything you see / Ain’t always what it seems / Yeah I was…

“Yeah!” replied Emma but first we got to win this thing together. So then they dashed down to ticket 5 by the time they got there, they found that Julie had already took the ticket. But it didn't matter because in the note that Katie gave them had the tickets…

The Road is full of various symbols and images as the online book reviewer Ted Gioia stated in his review "The landscape—always important in setting the atmosphere in McCarthy’s books—hardly more inviting than a battlefield or the dark side of the moon"(Gioia, 2008). The most noticeable symbol would be the "fire" which has a total different meaning than in Miller's novel, the man several times throughout the novel mentions it to his son "You have to carry the fire. I dont know how to. Yes you do…

job!” I called back “Thanks”. I slowly climbed the ladder and started to dry off. My grandpa asked, “Did you have fun?” I replied “ Yeah, it was tons of fun.” I finished drying off and started to walk to the back of the boat. Walking around the boat I noticed that my little brother wanted to talk to me. I asked him, “Was that cool?” He replied “Yeah my favorite part was when you fell in.” I laughed and walked to the front of the boat. Exhausted, I laid down and closed my eyes. A few…

“Yeah,” I reply, sarcastically. “I just jump down at incredible heights, my body can out fight anyone I’ve gone against so far and I can sense danger. Oh and I can’t be put out by a taser or a sedative and when I got shot, I didn’t even feel it, but my body…

I’m dead world! But I wasn’t always dead, and I wasn’t always alive either. Ah yes, my first baby steps, one small step for man, one giant leap to comedy gold. Ha ha, you can keep that Armstrong, both of you. That stuff’s way too powerful. But yeah, I’m a comedian, or at least I was until my bones manifested into the meaningless microphone I’m using to tell this sob story. You could say I was pretty successful, because I made a ton of dough out there in my run. My child isn’t happy…

The voices echo in my head, “You’re not worth it” “Just go die” “Ugly, fat, pig” “Whore, skank, bitch” Maybe, one day I might do what the voices tell me. Kill myself, commit suicide, neck it. Isn’t that what they call it these days? They romanticise it; they advertise it; they make movies and books about it, they slander it and they discuss it. Yet, the one thing they yet to discover is the pain that follows. Sure, I’m strong I can handle a few names, a few hits and a few bullies. I just…

After we had finished breakfast I began to clean up the plates, and that was when my mama had asked me if I was feeling okay because I hadn’t eaten all the much (Usually I would’ve wrecked me some pancakes and bacon.) but I just told her that I wasn’t all that hungry for some reason that morning, but I would save the leftovers for Step Daddy Cade whenever he got up. My mama, then gave me a worried look, but then left the kitchen to grab her purse and car keys wanting to take a trip into…

Lights go on in the house. We run back to the ditch. Is it to late? Did they hear something, and they are coming to check it out? Why are we even hiding? It would probably be more sketchy if they found us sitting in the ditch trying to hide then if we were just walking. Oh sorry, i should have told you what is going on. So my friends and I had a fantastic idea. We were going to ding-dong ditch. So here is how it all went down. We were sitting in a big group of people listening to a story about…

totally should write out the ‘essay’ I had in mind. Great, get home and I’m pretty sure I couldn’t even bring myself to reply to role-play threads let alone type out paragraphs of rambling. Then after seeing it a second time one week later I was like yeah okay I really should just sit down and write it. So without further ado… How Feminism Created and Saved Wonder Woman From the beginning, as one could guess with her being a female…