A Short Story : A Story?

“We shall overcome,” said one. “I am woman, hear me roar,” said another. Posters encompassed the streets of New York. Marching in the crowd with others advocating for equality, I became a part of history. The Women’s March on Washington and other cities proved my grandmother correct in what she once told me, “Women will change the world.”

During the 1900s, women did not have the same rights as men. Many thought women’s rights issues were fixed after the passing of the Nineteenth Amendment, which granted women the right to vote; New York v. Sanger, which gave married women access to birth control; and the passing of the Civil Rights Act in 1964, which prohibited employers from discriminating based on race, religion, or sex. However, the United States is falling backwards on issues pertaining to women’s rights. On January 21, 2017, I had the pleasure of attending the Women’s March in Raleigh, North Carolina.

The purpose of this demonstration according to the Women March website was to advocate and legislate policies that are targeting towards human rights and other issues including immigrants, Muslims, individuals of religious faith, LGBTQIA, First Nations, people of colour, people with disabilities, Survivors of sexual assault and to anyone that is being affected or scared of this situation. This protest was an open space and peaceful protest for everyone to attend including individuals with children. Even with this protest being open to everyone and was considered to be a successful event, there were many organizations including Black Lives Matters, LGBTQIA that felt excluded from these events. In article written by Sarah Hampson for the Globe and Mail called “Women’s March on Washington sheds light on the problem with feminism” discusses the problems that Women’s March failed to recognize and include in the process. Even though the Women’s March 2017 was organized, prepare thoughtfully and considered to be one of the most successful protests to date, there were many aspects the march failed to meet the standards of modern feminism. This paper will discuss how the Women’s March failed to meet intersectional feminism, lack of political support from politicians and how future Women Marches could do improve in creating

Jaune felt terrible. After seeing his teammate vomiting in the bathroom and being told she was running a 101°F fever he knew she was sick. And he felt responsible. The only thing that could cause her to get so sick so fast would be the weather at the cabin. It was much colder than in Vale and her had forgotten to warn his team about it. And now one of them was sick. Jacqueline said that it was just a stomach bug, but he still felt bad. Ruby had gotten sick last night while he was bunking with team PLNR. he didn’t hear her rather Weiss came and got him because Ruby was asking for him. There was no way that he could turn her down. She was sick and miserable and she had asked for him. So he went and ended up holding her hair as she threw up in the bathroom that was the farthest from the bedrooms. When she had finished cleaned her up, and rubbed her back as he carried her back to her bed. He tucked her in and then went to take a shower.

Every step is heavy, as we reached the base of the hill, where a super steep incline awaits. We conquer it every year though each time, it feels less victorious. My brother took the lead, grabbing onto a thick plant to haul himself up. Going next, I grab the same vine, though it breaks, dropping me on the clotted earth. My legs become stuck with dirt, my sweat acting like an adhesive. Like the lovely person he is, Gabriel looked down and laughed, before giving me a hand and helping me up and over the incline, as displaced dust trickles down. To break the quiet I turn my embarrassment into his, making fun of his new girlfriend. “Why Bebe?” I quip, “Stella is so much prettier and smarter. And she’s actually your age.” Glaring at me, he hisses “Can you not. ” With this, a realization hit me: their budding romance had ended. And so soon! “Did you guys break up?” I ask, followed quickly by, “Now you can profess your love to Stella!,” before running ahead to avoid his furious gaze and swinging arms. His now ex-girlfriend, he didn’t even tell me about, instead, I found out through a post on Instagram, which I soon found out had been deleted.

“ Sorry, Dawn! I guess I am a little late. Oh, and by the way, you are now on plain grain. We are giving your champion feed to Ringo now, with twice the apples. We think he needs and deserves it more that you do. I hope you understand!”

“Well, why you sitting up there disguising your voice? I thought somebody had got that phone. Stop playing so damn much, Mini.”

It was very late and the living room was beginning to smell of a foul odor. A woman was sitting on a wooden stool near the east-side window, crouched. She had a rosary in her hands and kept murmuring something to herself. The man, sitting down in her chair, was waking up. He opened his eyes and wondered where he was, but he didn’t panic. Seeing the white carpet beneath him, his naked feet feeling the Afghanistan wool, he knew he was safe. Wherever he was. His lungs were waking up too, for he coughed uncontrollably for a few seconds. His cough pierced through the soft quietness of the room and caught the woman by surprise. She had thought he was dead.

They woke him, woke him like she told them too. She could hear him , hear him in the other room, talking gibberish like he had before Caitlin put him to sleep back at CCPD. Her heart sunk a little, what was she expecting? She was expecting to find the man she was to marry, but instead it was the one that talked gibberish. It was still her Barry, just different she knew this. It just hurt her, frustrated her that she couldn’t understand what he was talking about. She was trying too, she really was it was just hard. She knew that his gibberish had to mean something but what, what did it mean, she needed to figure out, so she could help him. She placed her hands on her hips, head shaking back and forth “You can do this Iris, you have to do this… Barry needs you.” She told herself a few time, yet she didn’t move. She stayed put, staring at the door. It was only a brief walk she had to make until she was standing in the room with Barry, her Barry, yet it seemed like a mile. Why? She wanted to see him, she wanted to wrap her arms around him and smother him in kisses to make up for the time she lost with him. But fear kept her feet frozen to the ground. She dared not move, not yet anyway.

He closed his mouth, kept his head to the ground and June concentrated on the tiny cracks in his lips. He never bothered with chapstick or vaseline.

One day in the early spring of 1997 James Jameson was at home eating his favorite cereal reeses puffs while watching spiderman, when all of a sudden the TV cuts to the news and apparently the world is in its early stages of ending. James realized he was home alone and his family had gone out of the town for a little bit, so he decided to set off to find his family. About 3 hours after walking and searching everywhere it starts getting dark and he needed to find shelter. When it was about 9:00pm he stumbled upon an abandoned amusement park and when he eventually found out where he was his anxiety kept raising up little by little.

“Why do you always have to say that,” said Steff. “And then,” said Joey. “This is what i’m talking about, you don’t even care,” said Steff. The two just continued to argue through most of the night until Steff couldn’t handle it. She ran out the house in tears,not knowing which direction she was going. Joey grabbed his sweater and ran after Steff With her sweater, but she just kept running till she couldn’t breathe anymore. Little did Steff know they were in the mythical forest till she saw the tree. Joey caught up and asked “Why’d you run out like that?” with tears filling her eyes, she replied with “You don’t even care anymore.” “Why wouldn’t I care” asked Joey, “Because all you ever say is and then,” replied Steff. “I’m sorry Steff” said Joey, “Steff I love y-” Joey paused as he noticed someone was watching them. He asked “What’s your name?” “Yasmin” the stranger said, without any further hesitation she struck them with her magic. As they both fell to the floor, she fled the forest. Yasmin knew exactly what she was doing, she just didn’t know if the timing was perfect. Yasmin went to her house deep into the mystical forest with her cat putulia. She was looking at the formula, something seemed to be off. She analyzed it one more time and realized it was the formula for creating and forming snow. She panicked and ran to her spell bowl and said “What’s the outcome of Steff and Joey’s future?” the bowl said “They’ll fall more deeply in love and realize they belong

It was a perfect day to be outside. No breeze to blow clouds in front of the sun that was making my brother and I faces bead with sweat as we hopped out of his SUV. The drive through the gravel backroads was harsh. We were bouncing everywhere because he needed to replace his shocks on his red 4 runner.

The next morning I woke up and snuck into the armory making sure that Dad didn't hear me leave the house and making sure that Olivia didn't hear me in the armory. I grabbed a few things and grabbed a pair of keys and took a car. I took the day to go to the hilltop. I arrived to the hilltop and was let in. The first thing I did was I found Maggie to see how she was. I found Sasha first she was sitting on a porch cutting an apple with a knife.”Sasha Hey.” She looked up to me and smiled and I walked up to her and hugged her. She said shakily “Hey.” We pulled apart and I asked “How is she?” Sasha said she hasn’t come out of the doctors yet. I sat down next to her and started to think ‘I’m going to stay here in Hilltop till Negan’s men come here. I’m going to get into one of their trucks and I’m going after Negan.’ I was snapped out of my thoughts with the door opened I stood up and saw Maggie. She looked at Sasha and smiled then her eyes met mine. “Hey Maggie.” I said sadly and she said “Hey Hayden.” I walked up to her and hugged her “How’s the baby?” She said “I’m fine the baby’s fine too.” Sasha, Maggie and I walked to the main house. We ran into Jesus he looked at me weird and asked “Does Rick know you’re here?” I nodded my head “Yeah Dad knows I’m here I was worried about Maggie so I came to check on her.” I said with a smile. Jesus nodded and gave me a look that said that he wasn’t convinced but we carried on Maggie, Sasha and Jesus did there own thing planing on how to

I woke up to the smells of crispy bacon sizzling on the stove top and the scents of scrambled eggs and golden crisp potatoes on the way into transforming into hash browns. I woke up slowly, stretching my arms above my head, breathing in all the delicious scents. I walked out into the hallway through the twists and turns and arrived in the kitchen. My mother was finishing up with the last scrambled egg and then turned to face me.