One Halloween night it was freezing and rainy. There was a little boy named Jackson and he sat on the side of the road on halloween so my friends and I told him he could come with us so he woulden't be by himself. he came along and he was talking about how he didn't have a mom or dad. I asked him how come and he woulden't tell me he would just tell me he had to stay close to someone so they dont get him. I asked him why and what was wrong because he started to scream and cry. so i took him to my house for a couple minuts so he could calm down but he just keept saying please dont let them get me please. I asked who they where he didn't answer but he did say they killed his mom and dad.
When most people travel, the drive to and from your destination is usually the worst part of taking a vacation. It is exhausting, kids can get annoying, and sitting in a vehicle for that long is never fun. My trip to Florida with my boyfriend and his family was absolutely catastrophic. Actually being in Florida was an amazing vacation, it was the drive there and back that was awful. It was not your average trip.
The moist, humid air clings to the skin of the many Portland Grassroots festival goers. One particular festival attendee, Turon Lamont Walker Jr. is excessively feeling the scorching heat on this hot May afternoon. He’s wearing a thick cotton sweatshirt and plastered on acidic washed grey jeans. The burning rays from the searing sun burns Turons’ hands, which are dripping with sweat. Grudgingly, he shoves his blistering meathooks into his sweatshirt pocket. The cool touch from the metal barrel nestled closely against his hip brings instant relief to his sweltering fingers. It reminds him of a time where he shoved his torn up knuckles into a pile of snow after losing a fight to one of those queer looking snowboarders up at Mt. Hood on a ski
Florida here I come! I was waiting for the time I would finally get to go to Florida. I knew My uncle was going to be there and mr.martell. I may finally go crab hunting I thought to myself. Wasn't this going to be amazing. The ride down felt like 1 thousand years.
Holding my breath, I slowly put my right foot onto the sidewalk of the next street. Nothing distractly changed but you could tell there was something different. We were not in Union Square anymore. The line between the famous and rich Union Square and Tenderloin were quite close and it was easy to find yourself lost and in the wrong parts of San Francisco. I let out the breath I was holding and breathed in the stale air. There was an unpleasant sweet odor, the smell of sewage and trash adding to my growing disgust. The sidewalk was cracked and rough and I had to look at the ground to catch myself from falling. Shadows seemed to pop out from every corner and it seemed like anyone could pop out at me and my mom at any second. You never know what is in the dark, it covers up everything, hiding it. The darkness seemed thick, like fog and even the street lights seemed dim. The moon, a new moon did not contribute at all to the growing darkness. Hunched over people creeped by us, most of them minding there own buisness, some muttering to themselves or someone near them. They were quite different than the clean, perfect citizens of Pleasanton. With
There I sat, crammed in the backseat of Keith's ‘78 Buick Riviera, an unopened case of beer at my feet, and blue and red lights flashing behind us. We were screwed, and we all knew it. The officer walked up and tapped on the window. Keith attempted to roll down the window, but in his nervous frenzy, pressed the wrong button and rolled down the driver’s side back window. Not one of us moved, except Keith, who frantically rolled up the back window while rolling his down. I could feel Kimmy shaking next to me and even though she didn’t make a sound, I knew she was crying. I took her hand in mine and ran my thumb over her knuckles. I was terrified, but it didn’t show. I’m grounded for the rest of my life, I thought.
Raised on my father’s shoulders, my face was overcome with excitement. Me as a small girl felt immense love and tenderness towards him. As our eyes gazed into each other’s, “When will the fireworks start?” I asked my father curiously. He responded with “soon”, his answer was met with warmth and reassurance. I kept quiet whilst waiting impatiently; the long gaze at my father’s watch agitated me to a greater extent. The incessant sound of a tapping shoe frustrated me, the silence that followed was deafening. In one moment all of my anger, agitation and frustration melted away. Then, once a black empty patch of sky was now filled with colours and delight; the magnificent fireworks painted this ebony canvas, with its marvellous strokes. The squeal of more fireworks exploding engaged the crowd further as the “ooed” and “awed” in unison. This magnificent display lasted for more than five minutes, with each seconds capturing me in a moment of surealness. I was engulfed with the excited atmosphere as it
Our wedding was very small. Dusty spent $4300, nearly the balance of his life savings on the wedding ceremony. He rented a small place near shoreline—the stallion who owned it knew him and gave him a substantial discount. Dusty paid for our wedding bands, and for the diamond ring I picked out. He bought Vinyl and I the apparel we would wear on our faithful day.
As we waited patiently for our ramen to be served, Ava and Natasha quickly sat down according to my directions. Playing with the natural lighting source that we had, I put my photography skills into action. Glancing at my environment, grabbing props left and right like a cheetah catching its prey. As the sun starts to set, the waiter comes slowly to what seems to feel like a hundred mile walk. Sweating as I race time, I volunteer to get the plate from the waiter and rush it to the table. One more minute and that perfect picture moment would have been gone. Fast forwarding to when I was about to take the picture, I slightly adjusted each item on the table including my best friends baby hairs. Lights, Camera, and Snap! Perfect picture moment
Welcome to Trump National Jupiter, in sunny and beautiful Jupiter, Florida.
This magnificent community, situated just off Donald Ross Road next to The Bears Club, is conveniently located with easy access to all major highways, airports, fine dining, and world class shopping.