Essay

I grabbed the door for him, as he carried the girl's drinks to them. Jenny and Aida were sprawled on opposite sides of the tub—arms spread, hands holding onto the edge behind them. Their breasts floated buoyantly just above the rolling water, a beautiful sight for our eyes to drink in. It was a smaller tub, four people would be a tight fit, but that was perfect for what we had planned for the evening. Keith entered the foaming water and handed both women their drinks. He was standing on the last step, his cock stuck straight out, a few inches above the water. He lingered for a moment giving the girls a chance to admire his manhood, which they both did. If I had any

"It was only a little bump the other day and practically overnight…" sobbed the elderly lady as she struggled to describe a lesion that was growing on her ear. Rachel, the physician assistant, rested a comforting hand on the frail old woman's shoulder and told her, "We need to go ahead and remove this; first we will deaden it," in a sweet yet confident tone. A chill ran down my spine when the woman took a deep breath, turned to me, and softly asked "Karen will you numb me? It does not hurt when you do it." I was overwhelmed with happiness and gratification. I grabbed the syringe and began injecting the lidocaine to numb the area for the shave biopsy.

Taking stock, he noticed she wore two of the prettiest, crystalline blue eyes that he had ever seen. He had caught them briefly when she looked up his way while examining some trinkets on a nearby rack. The store manager, Rick Hawkins, had liked to keep what he called “pocket items” and some other cheap, frail plastic children’s toys near the counter. He hoped that by placing these poorly made and quickly disposed of novelties in direct view of the younger clientele it would entice kids into asking—no begging—their parents into buy them something while they stood in line.

I am living in the North Georgia Mountains of Georgia. Currently, a war that is supposed to “End All Wars” is going on this year, 1918. My father has been drafted in to this bloody war. I miss him dearly. Why cannot all of the countries of the world get along nicely? Do they not realize that if they did, their would be no conflict, and everyone would be living in peace and solitude. My mother has took up a new job at the artillery factory during the day, and she works for a farmer in the fields in the evenings. Poor mother can’t catch a break. I do not do much schooling or education. There is not much time for it. I have to watch over my brother, Jasper, who is 4, and my baby sister, Juliette, who is 18 months old. Father was drafted right

Robert was the first to arrive. He looked exactly like his profile pictures and selfies. The twenty-something was tall and slim with boyish good looks and soft features that bordered on feminine - Jake would be pleased. Robert took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. Jake arrived fifteen minutes later. Robert stood up from the barstool and walked towards Jake. They checked each other out, standing back and letting one another take a good, long look, as though sizing up a Delmonico at a butcher counter. Peter couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was clear that they were pleased with the merchandise. Jake put his hand on the small of Robert’s back and ushered him back to the barstool. Jake pushed his barstool directly next to Robert, climbed into the seat, and ordered drinks.

Pete crosses toward another table. He strings a needle, becomes frustrated, and throws it to the floor. James chuckles.

I’ve been struggling for many years with state of politics in America. Although I attempt to follow Biblical commands to pray for my leaders (yes, sometimes it’s just please let their term end with no re-election), over the last decade or so I’ve felt a growing discontent with the decisions that have been made in the name of tolerance with no tolerance or allowance for conservatives (and even some extremists) who don’t agree.

It will blare at 5:23, and I will leave at 5:44. In 7 minutes, I will reach the station. At 5:51, I will grab a bagel from Hackett’s bakery, right next to the tracks. Old Nadia Dax will be there before me, as always, so it will take an extra 3 minutes than it should. She strolls up and down the rows of goods, declaring she will try something new, only to settle for a crumpet each time. What a bother.

“Is there anything I can do for you gentlemen? Perhaps you’d like more to drink? I like to keep a calm pub. I’ll give you anything you’d like so long as you don’t hurt or embarrass another customer.”

On January 1st of 1981, Greece became the tenth state to join the European communities (which eventually turned into the European Union of today’s age,) and led the country into a period of rapid growth. Large investments in industrial enterprises and heavy infrastructure, combined with funding from the European Union and increased revenues from tourism and exports, increased the standard of living to an unprecedented level. Everything seem to be going well for Greece, as it was beginning to prosper after the democratic transition from the military dictatorship of 1967. It had become a model for how the European Union could be beneficial, and encourage other states to join. After the brief two decades of economic flourishment, Greece

“All of you courageous men are doing a noble work. Your heavenly Father shall inevitably reward you,” declared Father Lebeau after ending the Mass, “those people of perdition, the Scandinavians, are in most definite need of the Holy Word. However, their wrathful and barbaric ways prevent any diplomatic and peaceful sessions from taking place. It disheartens me to say, but one of the king’s messengers has given us word that dragon-framed ships are en route to this very coast.”

During our long, brutal winters we have moment of reprieve from the blistering winds. The clouds clear and during the night all the stars glimmer and shine. If you’re lucky, you will behold the northern lights swaying in the black night sky like a brushstroke. The night is silent, breaking only for the dogs chained to their small houses and the lone car that drives down the snow covered roads. It is a calm that we grow accustomed to, but never wish to change.

I glanced around, taking in the other kids around me, we all wore the same expression, fear. Fear because we got caught, fear because we have no idea what will happen to us.

We, as humans, have come a long way in terms of tools. We started out using rocks, sticks, and simple things found in nature. Now we use heavy, complex machinery and synthetic plastics to generate and design anything we could possibly think of. In an effort to understand the ways of earlier humans differently, I was tasked with researching and creating a tool using the methods from prehistory. In this ethnography, I will be describing the tool that I made, explaining modern tools in today’s society, and speculating how I would fair in prehistoric times.

Since Maywood Academy lacked clubs where students could not only express their visions and receive constructive criticism but bring them to fruition as well, I decided to create one. The Future Innovators, Visionaries, and Engineers club seeks to better the world and impact the community in positive ways by developing technological and chemical advancements.