Finally, as the little beast had fallen asleep, I got a chance to have a quick smoke before someone noticed me outside of the house. My mind was blank, thoughtless, and fearless, or that was at least what I thought. What I recently realized was that the only solution for a successful future was to leave the past behind me, however, sometimes as if it had to, it tormented my conscience. As I walked around the house, trying to find an absolutely hidden place from the neighbors’ eyes, the smell of the freshly painted house reminded me of my past that I have been running away from for a very long time. Suddenly, the words of my father ran through my mind. When I was younger, he used to tell me
"Champion, life will often give you an option to choose between good and evil. Always choose good. Good is better. That's the golden rule."
But I was so shallow-minded to listen to him, so I experienced the consequences of choosing poorly in life. I was raised and grew up as an only child in my family. Growing up without siblings made me selfish and spoiled, but I never noticed that until looking back at my childhood.
My mother was a housewife, a blonde, skinny woman with no regrets. She was very straightforward with people, she always said what she thought and never had a problem with offending someone. Unlike her, my father was very quiet. I guess it was because he was a writer, he would always put all of his thoughts on a paper, rather than spilling them out into someone's face.
As nice as they were, living with them was a nightmare, at least to me. So I decided to move away, even though illegal, it was a step I thought was necessary for me to take, and so I did. The night of April 24, 2005, I left the house. The only evidence of my existe...
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... with tears all over my face, I ran, packed my things, and left the house as soon as possible. I headed towards the airport, knowing that today is the day. I knew I had to go back to my hometown. The flight was way too long, but when I arrived, none of that mattered. In front of my eyes, everything was the same as when I left, but this time, people were in hurry. I stopped and asked an old man.
„What is going on here?“
„If you came a little earlier, you would've found him alive.“
I already knew my daddy passed away. Mother passed away a year ago and father did so too, today. And I? I was late for everything. Now the father's tear haunts me, it is heavy as the biggest burden, it destroys me from day to day and doesn't let me move forward. What I learned was that no hand could fondle mine like the parent's hand and no tear could be as heavy as the tear of my father.
One rather beautiful day I head down to the building fields of Uruk with my only son Urnabe. He is 14 and he is turning out to be a skilled mason or at least better than his old man. When we get there I see that Binfem was already waiting for me.
The gentle early morning breeze blew across their faces like the whispering winds sway the trees. They had been walking all night long, and finally made it across the border. My mother’s hair was ruffled up, her nose had a steady trickle of blood running into her open mouth. She grunted softly as she lifted her hand up. Tears streamed down her eyes. She knew she had finally made it to her destination.
Friday Evening Alaric occupies a familiar stool at the Grill; a sulky, raven-haired vampire beside him, filling him in on recent developments. “So apparently this Elijah asshole is one of the originals, and Klaus is the original, original.” “So, old then. And apparently hard to deal with.” “Right. Too hard,” Damon gestures with his drink, nearly sloshing amber liquid onto the bar top. “And Katherine says Klaus needs Elena because she’s from the ‘Petrova’ line?” “Because she’s The Petrova Döpleganger. Whatever the hell that means.” “Ok, there’s something I don’t get here though. Rose, I kind of understand giving her the benefit of the doubt. She’s done nothing to indicate duplicity here. But Katherine? Why should we believe anything she says?” “It jives with what Rose knows, and explains why she was so keen on getting to Elena in the first place.
After a rough day at the office, Mike arrived arrived home tired, and hungry. After dinner Mike went to his office before going out to the patio. Louise knew by his behavior that, something was wrong, and waited until the children finished their homework before joining him. When she sat down beside him, without saying a word he got up, went to the living room, turned on the TV, but didn’t watch it, which was what he usually did when he had something on his mind.
A thick plume of black smoke and ash hung in the air in a heavy haze, almost completely obscuring the lurid red glow of the waning sun. Below, a cloud of grey plaster dust twisted and writhed amid the sea of debris as intermittent eddies of wind gusted by.
In the morning my father was there to drive us to school. I didn’t ask about the argument that I had heard the night before. I just figured somethings were better left alone. I could tell by my father’s face that he was upset. In all my fourteen years I had never seen him this upset accept for the night that my grandfather died.
I woke up in a dark quiet car. Slowly I sat up and looked outside “Its night already?” I whispered and looked at my watch. “12 o’clock in the morning?” I wondered with a frown marring my face. “Huh……...we should have left a few hours ago?” I thought curiously, as a sudden realization hit me, as my family and friends; were still inside in one of our family friend's houses. I got out of the car; both hands tucked inside my jacket pockets, I started walking lazily across the lawn and towards the house.
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
My Papa says I have a special gift, she told me it isn’t normal to see the things I see. Purple sounds like low deep G note (papa taught me the piano keys). The sound of birds chirping looks like blurry yellow blob, repetitively, following the beat of each chirp; they taste also taste like sunflower seeds. I like eating Bird Chirps.
I was born into a family of oldest children and a middle brother. I grew up feeling that everyone was controlling me and telling me what to do. Decision making proved to difficult, but I was content with living the life my parents and older sister told me to live. However, my parents and the experiences I've had are the reason I have high expectations for myself today.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
It was a dark, cold, cloudy day. The clouds covered the sky like a big black sheet, nothing to be seen except darkness that seemed to go on forever. This was the third day in a row that there had been complete darkness, there was no getting rid of it. This was because of ‘the meteorite.’
The safe house that Cain had picked out had been built in the early 50's. Originally a small jailhouse, it had been abandoned in 1975 when the King commissioned for the Wayland Penitentiary to be built. The jailhouse, while small, had been built over a series of evacuation tunnels dug deep underground. They weren't used by anyone other than the Knights and the Red Hoods—the King had condemned it with the closing of the jailhouse, deeming the tunnels unsafe for use.
“Alert! Help! Shuttle going down! Shuttle going down!” I call into the receiver. My shuttle’s going out of control! I tighten my seatbelt to the chair even more and grip onto the controls harder. One second I see that I’m rocketing into an unknown planet. The next moment I heard a thud. My eyes are open, but I don’t feel any sight. Everything’s white and I feel paralyzed. This can’t be how I’m going to die..
November 25, 2012. That day, or should I say night that changed everything. My best friend/sister of six years decided she no longer wanted to be friends with me. She looked me in the eye and said, “It’s just not the same.” Most people would say that’s not such a big deal, it happens all the time. In most situations it wouldn’t have been a big deal but that night I would soon realize that my life was going to spiral out of control and I was going to witness a domino effect like no other.