Geselle: 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.

It was near the end of my 8th grade school year, about 2 month away from graduation, when something I never expected to happen actually happened. This event really changed my life forever and shaped me into who I am as a person today. I had just arrived at my house after school when my parents received a call that my grandma was ill and that we should come down to check on her. As we rushed down to my grandparents house, my family was deeply concerned about what may have happened because my grandma had never really had many health issues before this. As we arrived at their house and walked through the door, we were greeted with the sight of my grandma sitting in a chair with a blanket around her while she was sleeping. My family’s first reaction

There has been many important events that have occurred since I have been born but there is one in particular that has sparked a light in me that has changed the way i have looked at things. It happened when I was playing with the Sacramento FC and everything was going well until the middle of the season. When we got to the middle of the season things started to look shady. I wasn't getting playing time and that really opened my eyes to reality. Soccer was not the only thing that I needed to do in order to have a good life. I needed to start focusing on my dreams and different routes to success other then just soccer. It really showed what I need to do in order to survive in the real world. If it was not for my family's support through this

A silence fell over Cleo. She’d not given the outcome much thought. She knew it meant she’d have to become something more than a sister: A surget mother.

It was time for Best of Breed and my mom dog Midus was the Grand Champion in the class. The judge we had at the time really put us handlers to work and made us work hard for want we wanted. All of handlers we lined up with our dogs stacked perfectly waiting for the judge to tell us which on of us with be going to the next round of group. Later that day Companion group cam and I was in there with 20+ and my tiny little white win red spotted Long-Coat Chihuahua Midus or as known as Touch of Gold. We had a different judge who seemed to be in love with my dog because I could tell by the way she was acting. After 45 minutes in the ring she made a smaller cut with included me in it. I was so extremely happy just to make the cut because I know how big it was

Then this year, I saw a video on YouTube of a girl who is only fifteen years old and she is a certified vet assistant. After that video, I was hooked and perusing that goal is something that I would like to accomplish. That video changed my life and my future goals of becoming a vet. If I get to be a certified vet assistant at fifteen then I can get one year out of college. I would only have to go to vet school for three years instead of four years. It also changed my feelings about Muffin getting euthanized. The feeling felt like when a relative dies or a really good friend. Muffin was my really good friend and relative.

“Cosette, how are things looking tonight?” Colter stepped up to the bakery counter and waited patiently for his usual: a double bacon, double perception breakfast biscuit with an over easy egg and a shot of fair-trade espresso. When we was a young monster hunter, the night was his playground. These days he had more knowledge under his belt, but far less ability to stay in-tune in the wee hours of the night.

I was sure that it was homicide. The demeanor in her eyes, the way her corpse was contorted against the pristine hospital sheets…but the police wouldn’t take my case. It was that damned tequila bottle; they said it closed her airways. You’re lucky forensics even bothered. That was just an excuse. I knew the truth. It’s because I was advised to see a shrink, and the woman said it was schizophrenia.

(Remember, this event does not have to be one day of your life, this experience could have happened in one hour, one week, or over the course of several years.)

Throughout my life I have lived and breathed with horses. They are a part of me and I wouldn’t be myself without them, but it wasn’t until I got my horse Brush that I fully formed a unified connection with them. Some family friends had recently had a couple of colts born and let me take one home so I could begin training them. There was three different horses that I could choose from, but only one connected to me. His name was Brush. Looking back I never would have thought we would have the relationship we have now.

The day that changed my life forever was August 15, 2014; the day my identical twin brothers Landen and Brayden were born. They were born at 2.2 lbs., premature, and when they were in the womb, they had a condition known as twin to twin transfusion syndrome. In my brothers' case, Landen was the donor twin, and Brayden was the recipient twin. There was less than a fifty percent chance that the surgery required to save both of them would be successful. My parents decided to go for the surgery and attempt to save them both. Fortunately, the operation was successful, and they were both saved.

Today is a very special day for the students in River Park Elementary school. It’s the first day of school! Everyone is rushing to their classrooms with their new backpacks and smiles on their face. “Good morning students, everyone please come in and take a seat” Ms. Silvia said, the new 1st grade teacher. In the classroom came various students such as Elisabeth and Hilly. Elisabeth and Hilly were BFFs. Everyone was sitting down talking about the awesome summer they had had, “I went to the park everyday”, “ I got a new puppy!” Suddenly, Elisabeth turned around to the door and said “Who’s that?”. Everyone turned to look at Olivia, a brand new student that had moved into the region a couple weeks ago. She was albino. A condition in which their

When you first meet someone you are expecting a variety of questions to be thrown your way. For example, “what is your name?” “Where are you from?” “How old are you?” very common questions Im sure everyone knows the answer too. But what if someone were to ask you “So what are you anyway?” Knowing they are not talking about your career or anything of that matter, but your race. You are being asked a question that you do not prepare anyone to ask because well you’re a human being. A human being with a different skin pigmentation than the one asking you, isn’t that pretty obvious? I don’t expect many to understand the feeling that grows from the pit of your stomach when you feel as if though you have to explain your race to others, but it is not

up and followed my daily routine: brush my teeth, put on my clothes, and went to school. Little did I know, that would be the day that changed everything. I found out that my uncle Danny had been diagnosed with lung cancer. The chemo originally worked and he went into remission. After a few months of remission, the doctors said he would have a few months to live. After he passed away, I couldn't talk to him. I couldn't see him anymore. He was just gone. Cancer ended the life of someone very precious to me and his death sparked the beginning of my desire to battle this disease.

I remember when I was 11 years old and my dog, Happy, was sick with cancer. Since the moment we rescued Happy he was the sweetest, most energetic pet I had ever seen. He remained this way over the many years that we had him, hence, his name. I remember the day we decided it was time to let go. We took Happy to the veterinarian clinic and were taken into a little room. All four of us, my brother, my parents, and I, huddled around Happy as he was lying on the counter. The veterinarian gave us some time to spend with him alone and say our goodbyes. When she returned she asked if we were ready and gave him an injection that would take him away from this world forever. Happy was euthanized due to his illness. As terribly