Creative Writing: Hi Enda

I play football here at ULM and we have been in our fall camp for the last 23 days. It is a mental, physical, and emotional strain and tensions are running high. One day early on in camp we were out in the blistering heat practicing. We were almost finished when we called a screen pass and I was going to be the main blocker for the play and if I messed up it wouldn't work. Then as soon as the ball was snapped I stepped with the wrong foot first. This slowed me down and the defender was able to clobber our receiver behind the line of scrimmage. My position coach, Coach Clark, immediately ran over yelling, "What are you doing? Where is the direction you can't lose your man on that play?" I knew what I had done wrong, "I can't let him get up the

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

My Big Madea was a pistol. She was as resilient as the steel covering and dangerous if messed with.Nevertheless,she was filled with bullets of love. She might not be in a history book,but she should be in my eyes. If I had an hour more to talk to her I would ask how she did it all?, What drove her to be so resilient?, and How she feels about living in a country for a 101 years without equality? The fact that she never saw equality fuels me to be an activist and reminds me to be leader and a marcher in whatever capacity I can. Rachel Cleveland was born of a slave in 1914 in Montgomery Texas. She received a sixth grade education from an all black school and never left her town. She faced the oppression of the Deep South from birth to 2017. Rebelling

You are actually able to drive in these places automatically, without us having to make any changes to your account. You just need to have DC driver's license. Upon checking your account, I can see that you have a Maryland Driver's License. Therefore, if you wish to drive at Washington, D.C., feel free to attach to this email your license at D.C.

Personally, I feel like the line that separates media from art is a very tricky and obscure one. It’s relatively easy to differentiate between media and multimedia, however when the term art is brought in, classification becomes difficult. Everyone has varied ideas of what art is and what should be considered art but I believe that art causes the viewer to conjure up some form of human idea, emotion or thought.

I hope all is well on your end! I wanted to touch base with you to see if you were still looking to enroll at William Peace University in the Fall. We still have you in defer status, but our Financial Aid Office noticed that you have not completed the FAFSA. If you are planning to complete the FAFSA soon, I can certainly notify our Financial Aid team.

1101- Already renewed her lease. Resident is requesting vinyl and carpet in bedrooms. Please let me know by what day can you walk this apartment?

They gave Badger three days to get things set up before they began the operation.

Today after dinner Nyasha and I had decided to go on a walk since the weather was really nice. I ended up asking her about her mother's education and she stopped me “Tambu my mother does not want respect if she did she would stand her ground and not let my dad have the amount of control he has on her now”. I was shocked by her answer but was not surprised because it did come from her. But she was not done “Even when she goes back to the homestead it gets even worse. It is like she bows down to him like he is her master or something. I just do not get how she could be my mother because if that was me I would have been gone a long time ago.” After her rant, I just looked at her stunned I looked at her straight in her eyes and she looked

Vana looked out the window incredulously. It was an odd experience, one of complete and utter blackness. There were, however, spots of light that she didn’t immediately realize were stars. It felt wrong; they didn’t twinkle. She felt a sense of security but also a little shaky discerning that. She’d always been skeptical about anything theological, but now that she’d seen more of the world than she’d ever seen before, she almost believed in an omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipresent god. She was all but paralyzed with awe.

Jasmine sat bobbing on my lap playing with the charm bracelet dangling on my wrist. I mindlessly was watching the oh-so-interesting cooking show on TV as I waited for Mica to return home. Mica left Jasmine with me for what was supposed to be only an hour or two but when the clock struck 11, I realized it would be much longer. I pull out my phone and call Mica to see how much longer he would be. The phone rings for what feels like an eternity but eventually, mica picks up, “Hey Ka-” I cut in, “Where the hell are you, Mica? It's been five hours and I haven't heard from you. I have no idea how to take care of a baby. Where are you?” Mica sighs and replies, “Kathrine, I'm sorry… The meeting ran longer than I expected. I'm on my way

Time is seen as the best medicine, and for Klara after her 20 years of mourning of Eamon she is still traumatized and scared by her past. However, she is starting to make progress getting over the loss of her first love Eamon. Wanting to go to Vimy Ridge and carve was her first plan of doing something she loved and had pleasure doing ever since the death of Eamon, and the reason she wanted to go was to finally have closure and to finally be able to cope with the loss of him. Klara tells her brother Tilman she hears about the monuments being carved at Vimy, “I want to work on that monument… You know how to travel.”… “I can’t get there myself, Tilman, I don’t think I can do it, (Urquhart, 255). This was the first part of Klara’s movement to

last blood city at night the alarm goes off and there scream and shout everywhere inside the city and all the new-human began hunting for monsters, relics, and the zombies that got inside the city.

Your name looks familiar. I think we’ve taken a class or two together before. It’s always nice seeing a familiar name. I’m floated quite often to the Medical Surgical Orthopedic unit at my place of employment. I have to say it was quite different from my floor because of the equipment that’s used. Now I’m getting pretty good at locating and using the equipment since I’m there at least once a month. This summer after completing PALS and ACLS I plan on getting my stroke certification. It isn’t required on my unit but it is required on another unit that I would like to work on. I like variety and actually like getting floated. When I’m floated I usually can only take the Med/Surg patients but with certification I can take