"Be proud and brave" said the guy’s father to him, and to all within earshot, as we waited in the pissing rain for the trucks that were to bus us on the first leg of what would prove to be a long journey to the Florida training area. Our buddy’s father was indeed a "father" for not only was he our buddies father he was also by profession a preacher, and full to overflowing with ecclesiastical bullshit. He was a kind of throwback to the days of African and Pacific Island Missionaries, who enthusiastically
Mrs. Lafayette Dubose is conniving because she knows how to hurt people with her words. Mostly everything that Mrs. Dubose says to Scout and Jem is very hurtful. She says exactly what she knows will hurt them the most. As she gets to know the kids better, she learns what they’re proud of or what they strive for, she does her very best to defeat their pride and make them feel ashamed or embarrassed. When Mrs. Dubose was first introduced she started yelling at the kids. Before she even knew them or
I held my son in my arms and congratulated him on winning the race, I saw the splitting image of my younger self. The warm chestnut-brown of his large eyes and brushed blonde hair could have been a reflection of my childhood. He congratulated his fellow pint-sized competitors while grinning triumphantly at me and I looked around, watching the other children shouting and screaming, their ear shattering voices deceiving their miniature stature. Watching my son George, my mind went back to the day
cafeteria. She told the entire school that her sister ran away to join the circus in '96,and in '97 she broke a boy's arm, wrestling. It was obvious that she was going to ride the infamous "death slide." In fact as soon as we jumped out of the car she screamed, "I'm going to ride the biggest ride at Schlitterbahn, 'The Death Slide.'" I was still debating on whether or not to go on the newest and scariest ride of Schlitterbahn. Anna was humming "Jon Jacob," and acting like it was no big deal. Tennessee
crack. Hands clutched tightly on the stair railings, I strained my ears for the sound that just came from the living room. Low moans could be heard, like a wounded dog. I struggled to catch my breath for a moment. But just then there came an angry growl. My blood froze and my whole body seemed like carved ice. Then tremulously, I stumbled to the living room door and opened it. I almost screamed when I saw the two occupants sitting on our living room couch. But I couldn't. I just stared, gaping
Anger is one of the hardest emotions to control. Often, people hold it in, allowing it to build until it bursts, causing damage. In Mark Haddon’s novel, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, the parents of a child with autism struggle to keep their cool around their son. Christopher’s mother fails to mask her emotions around her son, leaving his father to take care of him. Although his father tries to maintain calm, he often yells at Christopher as his son watches on in careful concentration
living miles and miles away from me. I look around. There's granny. Standing there. Looking sharp as can be. A handful of tissues ready to mourn someone else's death. Granny is alive. Who died? There's a big picture, leaning against a casket. A picture of me. Underneath reading, Brooke Elizabeth Peterson. My name. My picture. My casket. My death. I could feel a hand grabbing around my heart. Beads of water started falling down my cheek, one after another. I fall to the ground. The cellar, the fire. It
The cable car jerked forward unsteadily. It halted. The ancient cables beginning to corrode. The thirty people inside yelling and screaming with terror. They began to panic! The cable car started to move a fraction at a time it proceeded. The boy who was watching with fear noticed the cable car said "Warning; 25 people maximum" His body began to shake and shiver more and more. The boy was about 5ft 2, with dark hair and brown eyes. The freezing weather was getting to him, although he
It was his first, a winter so cold that he would joke about dying rather than experiencing it, but this season's winter would change how Takash felt about that. He was a hard working laborer, just like all the other men in the village, working at the field sunrise to sunset. He had a wife, two children; his hut was one of the first to be hit by the sun's ray in the morning, which he liked. But none of that mattered much once the winter rolled around. Food was scarce, even the rich and schoalrs were
Ahh, animals can give you quite the fun and/or terrifying times. I’ve had many interesting animal encounters in my life, but the best one was when I was still in the womb. I’ve heard this story many times and I still crack up every time. It was a beautiful day, the sun was out, and my parents were itching for some fresh air. They decided to go to the park down the street and just walk along the shore line. The left the house and soon arrived at the park. There were a ton of geese but my mom didn’t
Hope Loud screeches interrupt the serenity of the room. “Lindsey, grab Hope and shelter yourselves in the living room closet,” my voice was low, although vehement. I ran to the door, the cacophonous sounds becoming nearly intolerable. They were here. A single voice haunted me, filling me with despair. You will never fend off this many zombies. Never.Remember Brenden, your childhood friend? He died in front of your eyes. How can you save your family? I took a look at Lindsey and Hope, their innocence
As the teacher was answering questions for the class trip coming up, Abby was taking detailed notes for what to pack, Sophie was trying to stay awake, Ethan was eating and Alex was trying to finish his homework from last night for his next class. “We are going to the Hala Mansion in Aspen, Colorado. You guys will be able to pick your group for the drive up there. We will only be able to bring 10 kids and 3 teachers.” explained the teacher. After class let out, Abby was the first to say anything
clothing it just got in the way when they wanted to torture me. My eyes are getting heavy I know I can't run much longer that one word just running through my mind. Run. Run. My eyes started getting heavy the world went black. I awoke to a low growl there in front of me was a pitch black wolf too big to be a regular wolf I knew that he had to be like the men who captured me. I pushed myself backwards all the way up against a tree I was terrified I knew how werewolves were, they were monsters all
When I step into the alleyway a shadow casts over the wall, there’s a light glaring over the cars in the street as they pass by. The street is old with potholes and dumpsters, a church with windows shattered from thrown stones and a collapsed ceiling. The memory of home lurks in my mind, but I can't look back, I hear someone shout “Zander!” I start to bolt, running as fast as I can. Repeating in my mind “you can't go back!” As the thoughts run through my head, I decide I need something to eat and
“Well that’s absolutely fantastic!” There was no one around to hear me scream at myself. I was angry at this stupid seance kit that my friend had gotten for me. It wasn’t working; I had tried everything including throwing it out my bedroom window. But even after a 20 foot fall it didn’t work. I had no more ideas to try so I yelled at it. By now I was fed up with the thing and was only keeping it for revenge. “Okay, okay. Here we go. Let’s see what we’ve got,” I said to myself. Nobody was home so
Guilty. I felt so guilty that day. The day I was embarrassed in front of my class. That day made me feel so guilty about what I did to her. Her name was June, the same name as mine. And what I did, I wish I could take back….forever. It was when I bullied her. I had made her feel the pain and sorrow I had felt. My life isn’t perfect, and me putting all the pain onto her made me feel gloomy. I felt like my family...rough and not caring about anyone. So now, I plan to make things right.
I couldn’t believe this day was finally here. I would get my high school diploma and get out of this town forever. I was finally going to get the chance that I had been waiting for so many years. I was going to start a brand new life, someplace away from here, where no one knew me. As my mind was lost in plans of the future, I tuned out my surroundings, until, a loud noise snapped me out of my thoughts. I jumped and screamed my lungs out. Who was crazy enough to bring fireworks to an indoor event
I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock beeping rapidly. Ugh, I thought. I barely got enough sleep last night worrying about the hurricane that the news reporter was babbling about on TV. I tried sneaking outside around midnight to get some fresh air, but my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. What if the hurricane came now? Nobody would know where I went, and I would be lost forever. After about 5 minutes of just pondering, (my alarm clock still screaming at me), I climbed out of bed and silenced the
July 24th, 1939. It was my birthday that day, I turned 19. 25 years after World war one. I was getting ready to blow out my birthday cake. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Johnny, happy birthday to you.” my whole family sang. They were all smiling with a big smile, that made me also smile. I was in New York at the time. I had never shot a gun ever. I had no military training at all. But later did I know I would be in a war in a month. August 31st, 11:32 pm. “You
A Gift Or A Curse- Original Writing Have you ever felt like someone or something is trying to shield you from happiness? A kind of conspiracy holding you back. Or maybe God has either forgotten you or is punishing you for something but you don’t know what? When your parents split up and you have to be moved about from house to house all over the country, is God there? Sometimes I think that every problem is a gift to strengthen you, make you stronger. But sometimes too many gifts can