Hey! You do you know what a hobbit? Well I will tell you what a hobbit. Well a hobbit are little people about half our size and smaller than dwarves. But hobbits have no beards at all dwarves do but were not talking about dwarves. And hobbits don’t wear shoes they have hair on their feet. Plus, there really good hears better than us. Besides they wear bright colors mostly green or yellow. You want to hear more? Of course you do. Wait I forgot to tell you about a special hobbit Bilbo Baggins is a hobbit and his mother is belladonna took and his father is Bungo Baggins come on let learn more about
WHAM!, I heard the rocks crash against the floor and the wailing of my pack. I tried to look for them under the debris of the rocks but It was too cloudy, so I asked loudly, ‘’ Are you okay Alpha?”, Then I hear Alpha telling my master that I was a bad dog. I couldn’t believe that alpha had said I was a bad dog because after all, I was just trying to help, so I just ran away until I made it far enough that I couldn’t see the area I had been in. I felt so sad, so I tried to comfort myself, so I started to look at rocks trying to think about what they looked like. Then I saw a rock that looked like a turtle then I saw one that looked like a man, then I heard the rock talk but then I realized It had actually been a man. I ran to where the man was
I was a productive woman, and I wanted people to see it in me. I wanted them to see it in the way I walked. I wanted them to see it in the way I talked. I wanted them to see it in the way I worked late every night to make my patients, and the world, a healthier, better place. Most importantly, though, my productivity was expressed in the way that I raised my boy. I wanted Eugene to be as perfect as I was, and I worked my hardest to keep all distractions from him. Still, he always managed to slide his face into the pages of his books every chance he got. I didn’t see the point in it. He had the top marks out of everyone in his class, so what was the point in reading books that didn’t improve his grades? I didn’t
It was May 25, 2013 when I, accompanied by my friends, went on a journey that would change my
At a young age I became acquainted with life's greatest pain. Loss. My parents, the Heroes of Alrudia, went off on a mission. It wasn't that difficult a task for Luiknights of their grade and they had two additional teams to go with them. But, they never came back. I remember that day. I opened the door and came face to face with a grief stricken man. The fact that I recognized the man was a bad sign. I knew immediately that something was wrong. It was the hardest I've cried in my entire life. I thought the grief would last only a short time but it stuck with me. It devastated Jas. Then and there I knew I had to be strong. I had to be strong for her. I thought that if I hid my agony, buried it deep within myself, that I could move on. Oh how wrong I
Wolfsheim, a man over embellished by rings and lavish attire. He leans forward to address a young wide eyed Gatsby. Gatsby leans in and follows Woldsheim’s story of his tough childhood in Manhattan. Wolfsheim blight was being the son of an abusive business man and that he knew nothing better than a life of physical and emotional abuse.
In Spokane County, the Spokane Blabbity’s reporter, Alex Seder, has fo3wng und out that Henry Berry and his two nephews were lit on fire, but one of the two nephews died later after he was lit afire. The cause being of two other black men. After the incident Henry Berry now lives in a little shack, in very little condition, with his wife, where he is still scarred with burns and could never talk again.
I hope this letter finds you well; if it finds you at all. I do not know where I am, I do not know where to go, and I do not know when I will be back. Somewhere in America, I am toiling away in the fields of tobacco under the scorching eyes of the sun and the overseer.
My friends and I walk into a packed venue, and are immediately met by a young guy with shaggy brown hair and a skull hoodie, who holds up a white piece of paper with a hastily scrawled "$8" in the center. I pull out my worn wallet from the left pocket of my leather jacket. My hands strain momentarily to pull the snaps open, before my fingers find their way to my single worn 10 dollar bill. The man hands me two dollars in change and stamps my hand with a blue paw print, and I turn to face the stage. All the while a man has been screaming and singing on stage, not unpleasantly. The vibe of this crowd feels different from the normal one, rougher. They have a more hardcore look to them, and I've never seen Alexia's band play with one that yells, other than one time at a small coffee shop in which a single kid with an acoustic guitar spent twenty minutes strumming and screaming slam poetry into the mic, while my friend and I sipped iced vanilla lattes in the other room.
It’s been six months since her husband Samuel died. It’s been hell since the day she found out. Like being pulled into a black hole. The moment those words left the man’s lips, she started falling into a black hole. When she made the funeral plans. When she packed all her belongings and all her son’s belongings into boxes and moved from California to a small town called Collinston. She just fell deeper and deeper. She isn’t the only one who has suffered from this loss. Her son William is 7 years old and will not talk to anyone other than his mother ever since the event of his father’s death.
The bell had just rang, school was out. “Olivia, Mrs. Larsson calls.” Olivia is in 6th grade. Her teacher Mrs. Larsson talks to her every day after school telling her the same thing over and over. “You been misbehaving at lunch today”! But this time it was different. “Olivia it's your turn to stay after school and clean the room”. Olivia hated cleaning the room after school, she always ended up staying too late. “ Now run along and tell your mother, I don’t want her to worry like she did last time!” “Ok Mrs. Larsson.” I reply, I run to call my mom but she didn't answer, and my dad was at work so I couldn't call him. “Yup my mom knows.” I say, but she really didn't. “Ok then, well I am going to go home so behave yourself!” Mrs. Larsson says