I can speak in front of an audience about Best Buddies, or be put on the spot and not flinch. I can go on a mission trip across the world, see poverty, anguish and violence yet not be afraid. I can learn to get along with my peers despite very strong contradictions in our ethics and styles. I can watch late night episodes of criminal minds and stay home alone with not an ounce of fear. But, there is one thing that makes shivers go up my body, tears stream down my face and my whole body just freeze.…
“Wow sounds like this was starting to get interesting. So who was Darcy and what did they tell Fisk that lead to all of this?” Terry asked.…
In the early to mid 2000s Metta World Peace then known as Ron Artest was one of the most feared defense players in the league. In his prime he was able to guard all five positions, however nothing last forever and like everyone else father time caught up with World Peace.…
I was 6 years old and my brother was 11, it was a normal day in the Gomez family. My mom was at work and my dad was watching T.V. with our baby sister. My brother and I were irritating each other like always… then darkness. I remember we were sitting on the kitchen tile floor throwing stuff back and forth to each other occasionally looking at the T.V. in the other room. We were throwing balls, toys, erasers; just about anything that was in reach.…
I yearn to shatter my chrysalis To rupture my chrysalid womb to find myself in another realm without protection As I forgo my haven of Safety and security I find the life and blood pumping into my wings My wings crinkled and wet As delicate as rice paper Gaily intricately coloured in scarlet hue, those vivid yellow blades All radiant and fiery as the sunset A throbbing pain shot through each spread of these newly acquiesced defenseless delicate appendages…
Everything stopped, everything a statue all around me. frozen in time. or at least that’s how it felt. I looked around, people staring at me, waiting. I wanted to talk but I couldn't say anything. I felt lost. I could only remember how this all came to be. It was a Monday morning, I’m walking to class, mumbling freestyle raps to myself. As I walk, I accidentally bump into a group of guys, falling as I turn to see them laughing. “Come on, Biggie Smalls! You should watch your step,” One of them said as I stood up, noticing them all start surrounding me. “Let's see if lil’ B.I.G. here can actually spit.” The same guy who I bumped into said, rolling up his sleeves. I could tell he’s the main one considering how the others follow him around.…
My life sounds like a lot of things, the sound of my kitten making strange noises because she doesn’t meow, the sound of my brothers chasing each other up the stairs, and the sound of my entire family having dinner at my house for a special occasion. But, those aren’t the only sounds. I have grown up in a household where music has always existed. In every car ride there was always music. That's what I remember most about my childhood, is the music that we listened too. There were memories that had nothing to do with them of course, but there are many small memories that are centered around a certain song that we'd all dance and sing to. The song itself isn't what's special, it's the memories that go along with it.…
My eighth grade prom was the night I discovered that I had superpowers. The event was turning…
I looked up and there he was singing my favorite song. The whole stadium was roaring like a lion. My friend Sam and I were screaming “baby, baby, baby oh”. We jumped like everyone else. The stadium was shaking. My mom fastened my arm rapidly. There was sweat dripping down my friend Sam’s forehead like a waterfall. When the song ended, that is when everything settled down a bit and my mom then released my arm. Which made me feel a little bit less distressed.…
The next stop on my musical journey is the Rolling Stones. My mom holds a very special place in her heart for the Rolling Stones and this trait has been passed down to me. I picked the song Beast of Burden to represent our mutual love for the Rolling Stones because not only does it remind me of pleasant memories, but it is also just a feel-good song. When I went to Kindergarten I had half days so every day I could help my mom make dinner and I can still remember sitting on the counter rolling meatballs while my mom and I jammed out to her Rolling Stones tape cassettes. Beast of Burden is the type of song that takes on a life of its own because the drums and the bass provide a solid foundation and a strong tempo, while the guitars and the vocals…
YO LET ME FIND THIS GIRL. I'm sorry I know it's wrong to be aggressive with things but it's also wrong to allow for things like this to just slide. ANYONE who knows me and my family especially, me and my sister, knows damn well this would not slide. If I ever saw this being done to Derek, so help the person that does it because I promise nothing would restrict me from defending him. What is wrong with people? You see something different than you and you are that threatened you feel the need to take dominance over it? That's what's wrong with this world. We see something different and we automatically feel the need to make it feel weak so we feel we have control. That's pathetic. THIS, This is pathetic. This girl is pathetic, the person videoing…
I am not a big fan of any of the Mission: Impossible movies. I also think that Tom Cruise is getting a little long in the tooth to continue making action movies. (Only a select few stars, such as Sylvester Stallone and Liam Neeson, can convince me of their action heroics in an older age). Every movie I have seen from screenwriter and director Christopher McQuarrie has produced a lukewarm response in me, at best. All of these factors combined to leave me with relatively low expectations for this installment of the Tom Cruise franchise. But Mission: Impossible-Rogue Nation far exceeded my, albeit low, expectations.…
I live out in the middle of nowhere, four other houses coexist out by me, and we each happen to be at least five acres apart from each other. However, we all share a road to progress onto our properties. For over 20 years this road has been a dirt road. We all have managed, became accustom to, and enjoyed living on a dirt road. But, one of the neighbors past away and his son sold his land to a real estate company, in which, disliked dirt road and paid the impact fees to have the county come out and lay a base coat over the dirt road, that left the road with bumps and flying little rocks. No one at the real estate agency, nor the county had asked the other four residents who live out here if they wanted a paved road or if they would transpire…
So here we have my shoe. Well worn, and supple, yet not pleasing to the eye, but a shoe that has served me well with all the tracks that I have laid within it. It has served me well, and seen the mileage of my labor, yet never faltered. There are those who would comment upon it's look, but to me, it has become a part of me that reflects the many hours spent together and the experiences…
I’m already tired of this trip. It's been 328 days when we started. I miss being able to be on land most of the day. Now we are on a boat the morgarty of the day. I honestly don’t think this is a good life for my son. Alouth I don’t want to keep going, the men need me. I’m kind of the only one who knows where to go and what to eat and not to eat. So I’ll keep going for the greater good.…