As My Feet Hit The Spring Board, Time Feels Like It Has

arena that is one hundred times larger than my home, I feel like a needle in a haystack. So many people surrounding me it’s like I’m one grain of sand in a whole ocean. The people around the arena form a black and yellow checker board. Their clothing meshes together and looks like a throw. Smelling the concession stand makes me feel like a starving child. The aroma of hotdogs and Italian sausage reminds me of a back yard grill. The smell of melted cheese on nachos makes my stomach growl wishing I had

Rachel is my best friend. We have been friends since the third grade, and she knows me the best. We’re like two peas in a pod. (simile) She told me earlier today that she had a huge surprise for me. I was excited. She just texted me telling me she was on her way over. I have no idea what she could be getting me. My birthday was coming up so I assumed it was an early birthday present. I saw her car pull up in the driveway. Rachel gets out of her car. She begins to walk up to the door and with each

Music floated through the brisk cold air from the open window of the music school looking over the peaceful lake where families and young lovers basked in the morning gentle rays. The spring flowers, which were gently swaying in the breeze as their petals reached toward the sky while enamoring the hearts of poets and painters alike and the flowers blushed at the attention they received from the young children who’s greedy hands yearned to clutch the colorful beings in their dirty little hands

He jerked back as if the force would spring his arm back into place. Gravity took over his knees forcing them to buckle and hit the ground. Some might say he looked like newborn deer, fresh out the womb. His arm was left hanging with barely any support at all. His only support was his hand holding it closely to his side as if he could protect it from further harm. His arm looked like a gummy worm...except more flimsy. The adrenaline took over his body like a built in anesthesia, taking his mind

I ain 't much of a man for gunplay. I had me enough of that during the war. After, I got my leg shot off at Gettysburg and they sawed it off at the knee, I just had about enough of fighting. They gave me a little mustering out pay, I got me a peg leg, which I attached to my upper leg with a leather strap and I was ready to begin a new life. A few days on a stinky old train that rattled and rolled like it was about to just plumb lay down and die, all the good trains were being used by the military

I twitch awake, my sweaty arms and legs stuck in an awkward position. It causes my joints to ache and my neck to pop as I sit up. I wipe the beads of sweat off my forehead, catching my breath. Images from my dream flash across my mind. Horrible images of blood, demons, Kallua and him. Daemn. I didn’t exactly see him, more the sensation of his telepathy force piercing my mind. It was as if he was twisting and controlling my thoughts all over again. It wasn’t real, I try to convince myself, but no

trouble came in the form of several consecutive years of level funding. But in 2004, the situation worsened; Pine  Street’s  revenue  dropped  from  $29.6  to  $26.9  million.    In   alarm, Pine Street Inn Director Lyndia Downie and the Pine Street Board of Directors commissioned two studies in 2004 to help them make $1 million in immediate cuts to the budget and, in addition, reassess their long-term organizational strategy. One study analyzed the costs and benefits of different Pine Street programs;

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mother, Diane, and they hurried up the street; that’s when they saw the smoldering house and Cameron Todd Willingham standing on the front porch, wearing only a pair of jeans, his chest blackened with soot, his hair and eyelids singed. He was screaming, “My babies are burning up!” His children—Karmon and Kameron, who were one-year-old twin girls, and two-year-old Amber—were trapped inside. Willingham told the Barbees to call the Fire Department, and while Diane raced down the street to get help he found

mother, Diane, and they hurried up the street; that’s when they saw the smoldering house and Cameron Todd Willingham standing on the front porch, wearing only a pair of jeans, his chest blackened with soot, his hair and eyelids singed. He was screaming, “My babies are burning up!” His children—Karmon and Kameron, who were one-year-old twin girls, and two-year-old Amber—were trapped inside. Willingham told the Barbees to call the Fire Department, and while Diane raced down the street to get help he found