Essay On Fon

Triple shit. I think it’s time to wash my mouth out with soap, I’ve never cussed this much inside my mind before.

I went and poked his shoulder, afraid he might get angry or scared. He turned around calmly, and looked at both of us before attempting to speak. "Haohheohaohhheoaoaohheoahoheoahhheohoooahahheeoeoa." he said, not realizing that we couldn't understand him. I tilted my head to the side, and raised one eyebrow, hoping he understood my confusion. He quickly wrote down what he said, but when he showed us what he wrote, it wasn't in English. "Hold on a second, I've seen these symbols before," I said, frantically searching through the list of fonts on my phone. "Ah-ha! It's wingdings!" I practically yelled. "Well can ya translate it?" Will asked me. "Well of course I can, why wouldn't I be able to?" I asked him, typing in the characters into a translator. "It says: 'Help me, I can't function the machine correctly'. Huh, what kind of a machine is it?" I asked him, my translator ready. "He says it's a restoration machine, and if we help him he'll be able to talk correctly again." I

2006: A group of smiling faces greeted back at me, like the pretty, welcoming American Girls at New York I dragged my mom to see with me. “Yes!, did you see that? I got sweet, one point for me!” I exclaimed with my tiny fist pumping up and down and my butt wiggling from the excitement I could not contain inside of me. As the condensation from the fresh rain beaded up on the surface of my water, forming lopsided smiles droopy eyes, I blew hard and long; I consumed the biggest puff I could huff and puff, enough to blow down the three little pigs’ brick house. I slashed one tick mark and smiled proudly when there were no tick marks on the other side. The seven-year old me cackled softly as I sneakily slashed one more tick mark. A single sweet

Seated in my petunia pink room at my tan desk an excruciating voice rang through my eardrum. “Again!” the voice bellowed. I hurried to rewrite my work. I started at the beginning with printed letters. A,a,B,b,C,c… I wrote every letter of the alphabet capitalized and lower cased. “Now cursive!” snapped the voice sharply. Again, I wrote all the letters but in cursive this time.

On the side of my pickles I got a cold sweet lemonade to quench my thirst. While I was enjoying my lemonade a rude and snotty bystander knocks the condensing cup out of my hand. Hitting me in the heart as if I was watching my child fall into a pit of death for an eternity as the cup fell to the ground. Although I just lost my lemonade I couldn't be upset for long because hanging by threads above my head was the colorful and fruity cotton candy. I felt obligated to get one to cheer myself up. Once you just put the piece in my mouth, it just evanesce on my tongue. Wondering my way to the carnival games, I think of all the strategies that I will use to win a prize. Along the journey to the carnival I see a building filled with cages and I can't stop my curiosity from causing me to proceed that way. Enclosed in the cages were small and fluffy bunnies. Surprisingly, bunnies get scared of the tiniest things, they whimper away as I stick my fingers in my in the tight holes of the

Max got to her first class and sat down. She raised her hand.”Yes?” Mrs. Bennett asked. “May I sharpen my pencil?” Max replied. The teacher nodded and let her go. I knew what the sharpener was. Max grabbed me and put me in the beastly thing, It gnawed my sides and the sound was horrible. It sounded like a dental drill. Max kept me in there until i ended with a point. When she

Tip toeing into the noisy classroom, I took a quick glance at the unfamiliar faces. The crowded room gave my nose a whiff of modeling clay, crayons and newly waxed floors. It was filled with dazzling pictures of the alphabet and a jigsaw puzzle rug. Ms. Soriano was mumbling. As I approached her, I heard her high

After a delicious breakfast, I began to daydream about how I am so going to win. A moonshot, a nuclear warhead, maybe even a walk-off you could call my hits. This competition would be no more than a summer breeze on a hot day. Ruf! My dog essentially saying “ SNAP OUT OF IT”. “Thanks for ruining the vibe”I stated.

I hope I will not make you feel uncomfortable what I am about to write you in this message. But I been have these naughty sexual fantasy about you and I know you don't want to read about it, but here's it goes. The telephone rings ten minutes after midnight and you were on the other end of the phone, start to flirt on the phone. Saying you can't sleep come over so we could talk about our togetherness, I say okay I will walk to your home. So I walk to this apartment complex where you stayed, ring the door ring, you open the door grab me pull me in your apartment complex, and start kissing as you shut the door as you have me against the door. I say I thought you wanna talk, you say I just said that to get you here, after moments later we was

I want to hear your voice, I want to feel your touch, but all I can do is write to you. I wrote. I started to feel angry as looked over what I wrote. This stupid glass won’t let me, I... I couldn’t write anymore. I dropped my sharpie and began to punch the glass wall hoping that perhaps by some miracle I could break through the damn thing. I hate this barrier between us; this stupid glass wall was the only thing stopping me from being with her.

So I came over to your house one day,and everything was pretty calm. We kissed a bit,you know,the usual. But then something just escalated,I kissed you everywhere on your neck and lips,I was biting and sucking on your neck,I told you to get up on me,so you did,and we were kissing,and then you started grinding on me,and I started choke kissing you ,and you were moaning like crazy,and it was amazing. So we started taking our clothes off,and I kissed you everywhere while you were still grinding,I was giving you hi kiss, where no one could see them ... So you took your pants off,and I threw you on the bed,and started kissing your neck again,and I reached my hand down,to touch your wet pussy,and ooh it was so wet ,and I started fingering you,and choke kissing you again,and your moans just filled the room. Then you pushed me off of you on to the wall,and you started kissing my neck,and you whispered in

“I’m sorry to tell you that my hip would give out in a country second for sure if I attempted to dance so I’ll just sit and listen to the music. I would very much enjoy watching you dance though, and speaking of watching, I am afraid we can’t leave until I watch you eat the lollipop I bought for you. If you won’t go out to the car with me, at least you can supply me with that fantasy. Besides, it won’t take long because it’s only cake on a stick dipped in chocolate. Still, I request that you eat it as slowly as possible for me, if you would be so

It read, "You cheat all the time. I bet you're not interested in these rhymes. I ask of you, if you"ll be so ever kind; to just bear with it it cause I don't have the time! I will give you these clues, play along if you choose, if you don't you lose. If you really come, then I guess I'll see you soon.

Scribble, scribble! The pencil lead scratched against the blank, white sheet, making a beautiful drawing. Digital music was playing softly, through advanced speakers. High School Artist, Vanessa Malvolia Carelli, was in her organized room, adjusting herself to her comfortable chair, straight desk, and sketchbooks. She hummed along to the music, as she continued sketching her emotional drawings. She was enjoying her day, in the dorm, while her schoolmates were away on a field trip. She didn’t bother to sign her permission slip, wanting to stay indoors. KNOCK, KNOCK! Though, the speakers were loud, Vanessa gazed her attention to the door,” Ms. Carelli!” A high-pitched voice was heard. The Italian turned her speakers down,” Coming!” She called,

I have been here for three days, just lying. Unmoving and in denial of my thoughts, I knew where I was, but I couldn’t remember a thing. A carrier, I was sitting, paralyzed, in a carrier. Boxes crowded around and the control panel sat across from me. The driver was nowhere to be found, however I had a feeling that there would not be one because everything the Prestige's built was artificial and electronic. The fluorescent lighting gave the whole space a white glow, and the plastic and steel boxes held food and other supplies. I could smell the mouth watering bananas, pineapples, and heads of lettuce. They were just sitting untouched, ready to be chopped and turned into something delicious.