... an art that if we could put it on paper then it would be more famous then Leonardo da Vinci's painting, The Last Supper. We would sometimes make dummy bodies that would lie lifeless all night under tightly nitid sheets. The Abig yellow house@ is where we met. From there we would do whatever sounded like the most fun. Sometimes it was hanging out and eating ice cream all night. Other times we would go tick someone off by tee- peeing their house. And yes, there were even times when we would go fishing at this lake that was out in the middle of nowhere. We called this lake the back- lake because it was the lake way in the back of the golf course. One night (a f ...
... my closest friends had boyfriends who were also good friends, in the grade above us. It was all one big circle of girlfriends and boyfriends. If you didn’t find your own boyfriend or girlfriend, usually this certain circle would be the ones responsible for intervening and setting you up with someone. It almost seemed unfair, but that’s just how things were. Most of the time I was, unfortunately, the one being set up. It wasn’t that I couldn’t find anyone, but usually I didn’t want or need a significant other. Apparently, my friends thought differently. They insisted that I date one of their boyfriends’ friends. Two weeks after school started wa ...
... nine years in Vietnam, our family moved to a totally different environment. This I knew would be my toughest challenge to date. As a third grader attending a new elementary school in a new country, I felt left out because of my inability to communicate and adapt with the environment. Some kids assumed that I did not understand them at all, so they made rude remarks about me and my race. I understood them, maybe not completely, but I knew the intent of their messages. All that I had was my Apple II computer at which I just sat and programmed when I came home from school. At home, my parents pressured me to study all of the time, but I was frustrated and wanted to ...
... sprawled across his lap. I didn’t quite know what it was about him, but every party he had a different one, without fail. I watched as Andrew skillfully skated the mini-ramp. He rode with a smooth style. I watched his arms, spread out, as he balanced. I followed with my eye the cigarette in his right hand as it glowed, spearing through the night. I ran up the ramp and crouched down next to Matt, Eddie, Gavin and Jared. They all yelled my name as Matt tackled me to the floor of the platform. I tripped Matt over and rolled across next to Eddie. I grabbed his bottle of Tequila and took a swig, the salty liquid burnt down my throat, and the warmth cradled my body. ...
... function or do not know what should do next, I would roll, roll and roll. This time is unusual because my head is crashing the fence of the bed. It is not much painful. The crash stops me rolling but starts me getting recall of my friend, Angus. At a time, my brain is working like a computer loading an enormous file. A picture is appearing - a guy is walking towards me and gives me his saber. The saber is sharp and shiny, it reflects an intensive light to my eyes. My eyes shutter reluctantly. I see my school, my night school. I am glad that this recall is not being erased. I remember that Angus sat beside me. "Do your best. You are new to this subject. Every ...
... call a student to the office is a teacher asking him to run an errand. The privilege of avoiding class to run an errand for the teacher is always fought over. This type of office trip usually involves dropping off some scrap of paper to the proper individual or hunting someone down to ask them a question. Sometimes, finding the right person or whatever can become a quite lengthy procedure, taking the student's search all across the campus and eventually concluding at McDonald's or Taco Bell. This type of office visit is by far the most fun. The final, and most dreaded type of office summons is the type that is required for disciplinary actions. This usually take ...
... As he would be because he used to run his farm. The farmhouse is still there but just a little bit broken down. Now he just lets a guy use his field for his cows to graze in. The fences still have electricity running in them and the barn has a lot of things in it. My grandfather has collected a lot of stuff over the years. He also has a very old snowmobile in there and I can remember riding it when I was little. No one hardly goes in there now. My grandfather was strict minded about disciplining his kids, as was his father with him. Now I would say my grandfather has softened up in his old age, but he still does everything that he thinks should be done, like ...
... slowed his escape, cutting him and barring his way. Making him more desperate, adding to his weariness. His lungs were burning, he was out of breath, the boy wanted to give up, his legs however denied him. They continued moving and running. His body was fatigued, his head ached, his muscles throbbed. Pain, his body cried out Pain, stop! He could not stop. It was gaining, only a few inches! Soon blood would be spilled! Blood will be spilled to appease the appetite of the beast! With powerfull hind legs, it lunged at it's prey from behind. Hands outstreached, claws grasping! A scream, his first and last emmanated from his throat before he fell vict ...
... you a choice at conception…”Well Stephen do you want to be born or not…?” “No thank you…I’d rather not be around for Armageddon big man…Thanks for asking though” That is what should happen…but no…that wouldn’t be allowed…it’s a fair choice…No one would EVER let that happen… If I could just tell off whoever created us…UHH!! What I wouldn’t give… Don’t get me wrong though…I mean I have faith…I have a religion…but my beliefs are viewed as ‘wrong’ by half the world (or more) so, I just keep my mouth shut most of the time… I can tell that this already looks like I’m in a show narrating…kinda like ‘my so-ca ...
... that his enemies were plotting revenge against him and his kingdom. On a certain day, Sir Rowa approached him and asked,"Sir, what bothers you so that you seem to be flooded with sadness?" "Ah, my brother Rowa, you have heard of Queen Ariah's kidnapping. This is what bothers me so. Without her, I am lost." "Sir Dolan," Rowa replied, "I am ashamed that such a strong and distinguished warrior as yourself has given up hope of rescuing his beloved Queen from the evil Sir Francais. I tell you, Sir, that it is not for a man of your honor to grieve and feel pity for himself. I also tell you, Sir, to rise up and rescue the queen. I will protect your castle with my ...
