drop to drink. I am doomed. The wooden planks of flotsam I gathered together after the shipwreck are coming loose. I am sitting on a floating coffin with makeshift oars. It’s like Satan’s sauna out here in this big, blue tomb. The emptiness in my soul matches the spiritless sky and the featureless waterscape around me. The days are worst as they pass. The remorseless sun blends his full will against my survival and he is winning. I feel like i have been stabbed by a million sun spears. My blood simmers
My family has been looking forward to our annual beach vacation since last year's trip to Alabama. Although it has been a long, winding journey for two days, hauling through five states and having a personal concert in the passenger seat for fourteen hours, it was all worth it by the time we make it. Beach Boulevard is overflowing with giant houses, palm trees, stores, and thousands of other activities we are in a position to do. Everyone in the car is so antsy, we roll our windows down and breathe
My favorite time of the year was coming to an end, as I had to say goodbye to those worry-free, beach-bum summer days. Summer had passed before my eyes and it was now the start of my sophomore year in college. I was enrolled in a couple psychology classes for my major and a Geology class that would count towards my GE. The semester before was not the best, as it had a negative impact on my grade point average. So here I am again, another semester hoping the same thing does not happen again. I wake
A bang on my door interrupts my quiet slumber and jolts my body into a sitting position. I rub my blurry eyes and swing my legs over the side of my bed, trying to move forwards. My foot gets caught in the fluffy blanket and I tumble to the ground. “Gahh!” My head hits my side table when I bolt into a sitting position. My hand reaches up and rubs my head whilst my other hand balances my glasses on the bridge of my nose. “Come downstairs and get dinner!” My cousin’s rough, irritable voice comes through
“Are you okay, my love?” Cloud asked, bringing Squall in close to him. “I am now,” he whispered back, laying a kiss on Cloud’s chest. “What will we do? I can’t go back, and when they get up here, there’s no stopping them at all.” “I can’t ask for protection from us. While it’s not forbidden for a demon to love a human, it’s looked down upon. I only know of one hope for us, but it’s not pleasant.” “Anything, Cloud. Anything for you. I’d take any pain over and over, if it meant I can stay with
He felt embarrassed, but he had to ask, “Which way?” “Of course, my Lord. It’s that way!” the man pointed. Indrid could see the Graleon Mountain from the shore. The kingdom sat within a valley that led to the castle tucked away in the crevice where two mountains met. “I remember,” he said. “Do you need horses, my Lord?” the man asked. “No. We will be traveling by foot from here. Thank you,” said Indrid. He agreed to lead his men
turn around and stick out your tongue.” I stopped in my tracks as I watched my aunt, Maggie, grab her older sister’s tongue with the cooking tong. After a painful cry, Mary quickly swatted Maggie with a dish towel. “Hey, you’re the one that always says to grab life by the tongue!” Maggie retorted. With a quick giggle, I ran to Mary’s waist and gave her a squeeze. “You saw that didn’t you Gator? You see what she does to me?” “She just loves you,” I replied, “but not as much as me.” And with
over their endless thoughts. “Marc, you need to hurry up! We leave for the beach in an hour, and you have not even started packing,” said Crystal, getting annoyed as Marc just sat in his messy room thinking about something. “You know I always do this. Now be quiet I have to think,” Marc replied trying to lower his voice as he saw a hurt look on Crystal’s face, but it quickly disappeared. Marc had his concentrated face on, so Crystal knew to just drop the subject. She continued to look at her best
The poem I decided to explicate was “The Raven” by Edgar Allen Poe. The reason I chose this poem is because I love Edgar Allen Poe’s writings. I have always loved reading his dark and twisted poems, even when I was younger in middle school his poems always got my attention the most. I had never read “The Raven” until now, but I am familiar with some of his others like “The Tell-Tale Heart.” I did really enjoy reading “The Raven”, the actual raven was a little creepy, but I also like to read poems
After I confessed , I blacked out due to a blow on the head from a short man. The mocking police officers took me into a compact, windowless , musty room that looked like it has been there since the dawn , or maybe even earlier, of time. Inside the room, two officers loomed over me. One dwarfed with almost white hair. He was shorter than me while I was sitting down , and he had a gray greasy beard with a unfriendly personality. He was quite plump and had a long nose similar to Pinocchio.