Daryn Tel Kesser: A Short Story

As I began to hear the testimony, I recalled all the various wars that have created us into what we are today. Brother against brother, kings that ruled the land, and dictators that overtook anything they desired. Survivors from various disasters have had a chance to let others hear and feel what they have gone through when they were younger like us. Cesia Kingston, one of the many survivors of the disastrous Holocaust, shares her many experiences throughout her life. Some too precious to forget, but others filled with pain and sorrow. Through every word Cesia spoke, they filled my thoughts like a wave, but at the same moment I remembered the times when pain and fear overtook me.

For the most part, Representative Accardo, what your Nightingale colleagues have brought me is an actual relic that once belonged to my family,” Hannelore Elvira Bauer, otherwise known best as Germania, informed Action Andy of her findings regarding the artifact the Nightingales had found during the morning hours of the 31st of May.

This year, I have three superb friends. They inspire me to do by best at just about everything. Audrey is inspiring when it comes to Cross Country, something she’s not the best at. Katie motivating when it comes to my writing, and C.j. encourages me to do my best, and always learn more.

The assignment i’ve chose for my portfolio is “The Memoir of Leilani Vance’ essay.The memoir was about my father Chris Vance , he was in the army and died in the line of duty . I chose to write about my father for the memoir because he was a great father, brother, and uncle , and i will always love & miss him. This was challenging because it's hard to talk about him , i barely even knew my father .

In this week’s reading, Anna Harrington uses a quote from Victor Frankel: “The last of human freedoms… is the ability to choose one’s attitude in a given set of circumstances. What a great way of restating, “Your response is your responsibility.” (Eggerichs, 2014). She communicates some ideas about resiliency she calls elements: emotional, spiritual, social, family, and physical. (Harrington, 2012).

I have a heart for books that can transport the reader back through time, but much like the main character, Dana, such time travel is masochist to experience. I 'm not talking about the realistic depiction of slavery. I think this book was read in every American Literature class in America.

I have been accused of murdering the sheriff’s daughter named Tiara M. Parks she was 23. They said they found me with the gun in my hand but a man was running and shoved it into my stomach, the gun felt hot burnt me a little bit so he must have been recent...so i ran the direction the incident had happened i didnt know yet but what i saw was horrible...her mouth open and a hole in her head..eyes rolled back sinking in...just thinking about gives me colds chills.

I stood at the top of the hill. It was Regional day. My team and I trained all year for that day. The sun was shining and the snow was crisp—just like the air. The wind was silent and allowed the clamor of the festivities to hang in the air undisturbed. I could hear everything. The chanting of names and times from the loudspeaker. The racers’ skis slicing into the snow. My favorite rhythmic clapping of shins on gates. Then, to my surprise, “Tylor Kistler, bib 156?” a pause, “racer may go when ready”. Oh no. If my mind wasn’t racing before, it was racing then. All my thoughts jumbled into a chaotic scream.

Kathryn Legros looked at the violin in her hands and smiled at herself in the mirror, admiring the outfit her younger sister, Lise, had chosen.

I knew her for less than a year, but in that short time we got to know each other as well as if we had been friends for our entire lives. I met Anna Rondeau* at a private online high school where we were both taking a few courses. With long, sleek, chestnut hair and mischievously twinkling eyes, Anna was one of the most fun-loving girls I knew. Everyone loved her for her blunt honesty, entertaining personality, sharp wit, and charming southern mannerisms. Oddly enough, our best friends shared the same first name and both Anna and I wanted to be the same thing when we grew up. To listen to us banter over both the most serious and trivial of matters, it would have been difficult for someone who didn’t know to guess that we lived over a thousand

Kacy Greer was sitting outside of dance waiting for her mom to pick her up when she didn't see her and tried calling her. Her call went straight to voicemail. She was frightened because she said her mom always answers her phone. Her mom out a tracker on her phone and Kacy's, so she tracked her. Her moms last location was in Portland an hour before then, Kacy said to the reporter "Normally she is in Grey way earlier than when I get out if dance. This was unusual." She soon then called her step dad asking him if he knew where she was, he didn't know either. Where is Kacy's mom since know one knows where she is? Kacy started to freak out, wondering what happened to her mom. Could she have gotten in a car accident? Did someone steal her phone?

An elderly professor is murdered, leaving a puzzling crime scene for police to unravel and a laboratory housing all kinds of marine life. But something is missing ... something huge.

There was a code the Coughlin family of hunters was never to break under threat of death. You were never to spare the life of a 'creature', no matter their age. Never were you to lie with that which was not human. Most importantly, you never made the mistake of falling in love with a supernatural being. Aisha Oswald (nee Coughlin) did all three. An orphan brought into the family after being saved from a demon trying to take her soul as a child, Aisha was raised to hunt that which 'goes bump in the night'. She was talented at it too, gifted even in the eyes of the leaders. They expected great things from her and she even welcomed the challenge. She believed that what they were doing was right. That is, until the day that she came upon a werewolf named Easton Oswald. He was supposed to be her big hunt, the kill that would put her on the map as a fully fledged huntress. Easton was a pack Alpha, a leader that, if gone, would put an entire pack into total disarray. But Aisha, no matter what she did, couldn't bring herself to kill him. And so she ran and told the family that she

My voice rang, interrupting my own thoughts. The memories inside my brain were like corridors, most being empty or locked up. It was my new goal in life to create new memories.. Better memories I guess.

Karine Rickert closed the leather-bound book and rubbed her weary eyes. She had never liked to read, but there was nothing else to do, so she holed herself up in her adoptive parents' library, reading some of the eldest history books. The hope that they would pique her interest had been diminished the moment she turned to the first page. She let go of her face and stood up, her crimson satin dress flowing down to her sandal-covered feet. She placed the leather-bound history book back onto the shelf beside her and carefully strode to the nearest window, not wanting to trod over her crimson dress.