words I heard before falling into what seemed to be a bottomless abyss. At last I hit the stony ground feeling every bone in my body cry out. I did not
I lay on the floor shaking. I had heard two shots fire off and make impact with someone. I lifted my head up and saw that everyone was still lying on the
Diary Entry: Dearest Diary, I don’t know what to do with myself. I saw it happen in front of my very own eyes. One of my biggest fears. She just… burnt
indifferent and an observer encourages the tormentor, which is the opposite of what we should want. By speaking out and acting against injustice we can change
"However long it takes, save us." Can't get this out of my head. It's been what, 3 weeks? Hard to say with the way things are, honestly. A little over a
SINCE THE AFTERNOON in 1967 when I first saw Hoover Dam, its image has never been entirely absent from my inner eye. I will be talking to someone in Los
observations that I did was at a park near my grandma’s old house. It was a cloudy, rainy day but it rained after I left the park. I observed that there
outside the room where Eric was lying in his coffin for some time, waiting for the room to open. Almost the whole town stood in the hall. I saw my neighbor
had been put through on that day. “Why have we stopped?” one man had asked. “I don’t know.” Montag had replied with only a breathe in his word. After a minute
I awoke in the forest. It was evening, the sun had long set. The smell of the woods surrounded me, almost suffocating me with the musk. I gazed before
but Mother Nature. I lay silently in my bed and watched out my window the snow drifting methodically to the ground. The tall pines stood watching over the
worship visit I went to a Jewish synagogue in my hometown. Going to the Jewish synagogue I was a little nervous and curious at the same time. I looked up when
I live in a small town with simply 576 people and one traffic light, my school consists of an even less amount of students (including middle schoolers)
to be on an assignment, taking photographs and documenting conflicts and what not. That morning he sat in his loft drinking his morning coffee while looking
he hot water from the shower beat down upon my body as I sat curled up into a tight ball on the floor of the shower stall. The hissing of the water covered
brown. Across the street, a light was on in a small house where a tall, dark haired woman stood, talking to her two children Nicola and Erin. While she was
left for a wedding, leaving me in their classic Georgian plantation mansion. I was taking care of their daughter ,Terry, who had just fallen asleep just as
behind the trees. Suddenly he stopped; the Bandits had already left with what little loot they could get. Morpeth could hear no sound. No noise. No talking
I boarded the plane flight 93 , I have ridden many planes before but now on a sadder occasion my mother had died . She has lived in Newark ,new
I sat there and stared out the window of the library where I tend to remain until late at night. I am a first year college student trying to manage the
scurrying around looking for our home, a shelter, anything that would protect us from the savage tide that wanted to wipe us off of the face of the earth. It
garage door opening, which meant Emma’s younger brother and mother were home from his second grade’s last day of school classroom party. As soon as her mother
and raw, I stumbled to my feet, dazed and confused, with no idea of where I was. The skeletal trees were grasping at the pallid sky and as I stood in the
done for, I have just sent my finest army out to defeat medusa and they have not returned in days, I only presume they are all dead” Zeus stood up and said
when I let her go.I couldn't think of a reason,so I Let it out.I let a tear show.I promised myself that I would try not to but for some reason I break