It was a warm summer night after a great night at my church youth group. The cool breeze of the car air conditioning wiggled through my hair (personification) sending a small shiver down my spine. The car radio blasting as my friends and I were jamming out to our favorite music, and the sound of laughter as we all laughed about how crazy we were. We were louder than a train. (hyperbole) That night we all had decided to go to Perkins after youth group so my friends and I were sitting in our car waiting for everyone else to get there. (participial phrase) Since we were early, we waited there for a while as more and more of the group started to arrive. My best friend told me she needed to talk to me about something so we stayed in the car for …show more content…
(participial phrase) What was she going to say? Did I do something wrong? Then she broke the news to me, she said she thought I was flirting with every guy I talked to and that I needed to hang out with my girl friends more. It took a few moments to process what she had just told me and I was left speechless and didn’t know what to say, I was as quite as the night. (simile) It was crazy how something so simple could make me feel so small. My heart was pounding like a drum (simile) and my eyes were pooling with water as I tried to hold back my tears, but I just couldn’t as the tears came streaming down my face like a river. (simile) I didn’t know why my best friend would say something like that about me or think that about me, and so I was pretty shocked. Do other people think this about me too? It made me really sad and I didn’t know what to do. That’s when I tried explaining to her that I was just a really friendly and talkative person and that I have many guy friends, but at the time she didn’t understand. I didn’t know what else to do because she didn’t believe me. It was hard for me to know that was what she thought of me when I knew it wasn’t
It wasn’t always easy. As a matter of fact, it was never easy for us. I’m sure you’d have agreed. Surely it was tough for you to let us go, but I want you to know that I’m thankful you did.
I wake up a little after dawn to my brother shaking me. “Get up, you got to do your chores”. I got up reluctantly, I knew if I didn’t get up to help id never hear the end of it. I went outside and did the same things I’d done my entire life, I fed the chickens, pulled weeds up, I looked around it was a sunny day we lived at a small farm near the coast of great Britain. It was 1345, After an hour or so my father called me inside, when I entered I saw him and my brother sitting at the dinner table. They both had grim looks. “Your mother, I don’t even know what’s wrong with her. She’s got a fever like I’ve never seen before, she’s got these disgusting giant welts under her arms and she’s so weak she can barely move.”
How Effective is Black Like Me? John Howard Griffin was a writer in the 20th Century. From the early 1940’s he began writing about controversial racial issues in Newspaper articles, and in 1961 he published Black Like Me. The book was written during a time of extreme racial segregation in America, especially in the Southern states.
Reporter stated the following: He (Brycion) is the victim. He was asleep in the bed and woke up. He (Ben) was hunting him. He said he found me and took a whole of my man part. The mother got involved because she told Ben to leave. He did not say if the mom called the police because Ben left. This happened last night. He told Dr. Brumfield this morning he had to tell her something. He was then brought into my office. When we questioned him he said Ben drives a vehicle. He said Ben stays at home and is not in school. We have not called the mom because she will come at 9 for IEP meeting. We will talk to the mom at the meeting. If the mom does not show up for the meeting we will call her. It sounded like this is the first time this has happened.
If you haven’t used a tampon before, and you don’t have a Phd at the end of your name, it’s hard to hear you. TMI I know, but while you change multiple times, you use them for 24 hours, and up to 4 to 7 days. It is very disturbing to think that our cotton fields are being contaminated to the point that it’s transferring into everything. And now, we’re using something that over the years could endanger our health, or God forbid our future children. And it’s not just tampons, but pads, wipes, washes and so much more. We are our own worst enemy, and we will destroy
Woah, woah, woah. We got a bitch ass sprog here thinking dissing someone's comment is really going to get us somewhere. You're just a little thirteen-year-old furfag, grow the fuck up already. Anyways, I was just stating the fact that just because other people are allergic to something shouldn't be the reason why something should be illegal same for folks who have asthma. Also the thing on destroying your lungs/cancer there way more other things that cause cancer, but you don't see the government trying to stop it, know do you? All the shit they put in our food cause cancer, but you don't see tons of commercials talking about how we should grow our own food or to eat better. I mean people should have the right to smoke a cigarette if they want
The best living or dead hands down huh? Less talk more head right now huh? And my eyes more red than the devil is
Baby, can’t you see I’m calling A guy like you Should wear a warning It’s dangerous I’m fallin’ There’s no escape
We had just left his Dads house after driving there to look for his dad. We decided to take his truck instead of the BMW. It was horribly hot and humid. The humidity was almost palpable. It was as if you were wading through a hot, steaming bowl of soup. He had just turned 16 and was obviously inexperienced. We didn’t care though. We drove with the windows down jamming out to music. It didn’t matter how hot it was we were just enjoying our days of summer. Little did we know, we wouldn’t be relishing in this hot summer day much longer. We had just passed NAPA, the auto supply store, heading south for his mothers house. She lived down one block and two to the left. At the stop sign we stopped for a moment, changing the song to bruno mars’s “When I Was Your Man”. I leaned out the window, crooning out the lyrics. He accelerated and started to cross the highway.
I fell asleep I had a dream I heard a sheep I started to scream I ran away from the field I saw shooting stars It began to reveal My bizarre fear of guitars and milk bars
set us up: I am not interested in being set up. I need to be ambushed,
My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.
“Good. But there’s more. Before we wed and lie together for the first time, I want you to know that all is forgiven. My heart is open to you and you are the one and only woman I have ever loved, and the only woman I will ever love.”
This is a black, black ski mask song So put all of your anger on In the truly gruesome do we trust I will always land on you like a sucker punch Singing I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare If you knew, knew what the bluebirds sang at you, You would never sing along Cast them out cause this is our culture These new flocks are nothing but vultures
Blackness. All I saw, all I felt, was blackness. I had no sense of direction or time, come to think of it, I had no sense at all. My mind was completely useless. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t see. It was infuriating! What was wrong with me, why could I not feel? In aggravation, I tried to scream, but it was useless. My mouth wouldn’t move, my lungs would not expel the air needed to make that action happen. That’s when they appeared.