Isaiah's Cover Story

Stunned, dessert untouched while vile lies poured like water from a fountain, Mary Alice fought the black spots dancing before her eyes. Resolved not to pass out in front of them she replied to the accusations, "My mother did commit me to a mental health facility when I was in the seventh grade. It's true my best friend's mother became my legal guardian, however, none of the other stories are true. And if you'll excuse me, I need to leave," Mary Alice said her voice cracking. Rising from her chair, her fingers touched the table to steady her wobbling of her legs.

If there’s one thing everyone will learn, it’s that you can’t always completely trust others, even if they’re related to you. It’s the same thing with the short story “Charles” by Shirley Jackson. In the story, a little boy in kindergarten named Laurie tells his mother about the imaginary Charles who misbehaves in class. She believes him, even though the reader can clearly see that Charles most likely doesn’t exsist. For instance, “Charles” had to stay after school one day, and Laurie told his mother that all of the children stayed with him. Most people wouldn’t want to stay with someone for after-school detention, so what Laurie said didn’t make much sense. However, Laurie’s mother had “rose-colored glasses” and believed that her son would

From a historical and geographical perspective, the book of Isaiah is an accurate representation. A lot of what has been found through archeology supports the events in the book. The book of Isaiah focuses on the south kingdom of Judah. During the book, the North Kingdom is in the process of its down fall. The book of Isaiah gives us insight into the minds of the southern kings at the time. Thus, we are able to see the historical context of how the south eventually fell.

William, Rachel’s three year old son is crying standing over her as she is slowly regaining consciousness. Her boyfriend, Daniel, was gone; their bedroom door was left cracked open and Rachel was on the couch in their room. Pained around her neck from where he choked her, she tries to wrap her head around how she got to this point. Why does Daniel hate her? What did she do this time? Can she, should she, just leave with William? Rachel realizes she has to get out of the house before Daniel gets back. When she arrives at her mother’s house, her mom is alarmed. Rachel has bruises around her neck and marks around her hairline. Rachel’s mother tells her “You come here every week and you go back to that monster every week. I see these bruises but you must not feel they are a problem since you keep going back to him.” Rachel’s mom walks out of the room frustrated.

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This is Isaiah Carter. After coming back from the heart breaking Normandy Invasion. There’s something more devastating than losing my fellows during the war. I saw the news of Rosa Parks. Because she's black just like me, so she was forced to yield the seat on the bus and she even got arrested by the cops because she refused. Man, what kind of mistakes have we done to deserve all these. Therefore, after serving in the army as a patriot I decide to serve for my African American people. I joined the sit-ins in the 1960. I want the white people to know we are humans too. We African Americans should be treated the same as you white people. Rosa Parks was brave enough to fight against you police officers. Now, I, Isaiah Carter is going to challenge

“Your grandfather didn’t just die Faith, he was murdered. My father put rat poison in his wine that night that our families got together for a dance. I tried so hard to stop him but he locked me up in my room so I couldn’t.” Embry had a shaky voice and a loud cry now. My head swarmed with terrible thoughts that I couldn’t get out of my head. My whole family thought he died of a heart attack. What if my parents really knew the truth and weren’t telling me? Why is Embry going for me and not anybody else? I collapsed to the ground. Lily immediately ran out from the popcorn cart and held me tight. It felt like my world was coming to an end. Embry kept apologizing like it was all her fault.

“Listen to your elder’s advice. Not because they are always right but because they have more experiences of being wrong…” -Anonymous. Ashleigh  loved her dad a lot and she listened to what he had told her about taking the money from her mom. Ashleigh’s parents were divorced and Ashleigh noticed many good and bad qualities about them. Her dad was in a little bit of money trouble and asked Ashleigh if she would take her mom’s emergency money. Ashleigh stole her mother’s money because she wanted to help her dad out, her dad had told her there was nothing wrong with taking the money, and she knew her dad loved her and she loved him to.

Everything was dark, Christopher was nowhere to be found. I was alone my biggest fear came to life as I looked at it in the mirror. In my hand I held a handful of painkillers in my hand with cough syrup. “HELP, I CAN'T BREATHE” I yelled, it was official, no one was there for me. I was on my own with no way out. Standing in my own puddle of blood from my stabbed back my fear became a reality. Where’s my manners, my name Aisha and this is my story about betrayal. It all started thanksgiving dinner, oh I was in awe to see my family. It's been nearly 5 years since we sat at a table all together, but we had been reasons. The last we saw one another was at my sister's faith funeral, she killed herself from depression. “Okay the table is set ”, my

“Mother stop you’re being very unreasonable.” I say to my mom fuming with anger. “Adelaide, I cannot believe that you would go against everything I’ve been trying to teach you.” I watch as the hot, salty liquid falls down the disappointed cheek of my mom. It leaves behind a trail of tears that glimmers under the sun when she moves her face. “Mother, I love you, but I also love Oliver. I don’t understand why I can’t have both.” The look on her face changes from a disappointed and sad face to an angry, malicious face. “Are my ears deceiving me? You did not just tell me you love that boy.” She watches as the color drains from my face as I realise what I had just admitted to not only her, but also myself. My mother quickly reaches up and wipes

Ellie and I lay in our beds, neither one of us knew what to say. In the other room, our host parents were arguing. We didn’t know what about, but we knew it was serious. Then we heard a “THWACK” followed by silence. Ellie and I sat up in our beds and looked at each other, I could tell she was as scared as I was. “Was that? Did he just?” she asked me. Then the arguing started back up again. We calmed back down until we heard it again. “THWACK” We knew then, the noise we heard, was him beating her. We got up, our hearts racing; neither of us knew what to do. We got our nerves together to go get help. When we opened the door to our room we saw the children sitting on the couch crying out for their mother. I could see the fear in their face and I knew something needed to change.

A desperate apology pours out the teenage who sits inside his mother’s parked car. Near his feet is a backpack containing what he has been living on since becoming homeless. There are two shirts, a single pair of jeans, two packs of Marlboros, a laptop computer, a brush and fifteen dollars in cash. A roof could not fit inside the backpack. His mother suspects this was the real reason he called, not because he had finally realized how badly he hurt everyone. However, she still listens hopeful for evidence of sincerity. But, to her disappointment it’s the same empty promises that came after each fight, expulsion, court date or drink. While smelling the smoke mixed with stale beer on his breath, she wonders how all this had failed to teach him

Isaiah has now entered the room for his interview. He began his story with his love for writing and how he was unsatisfied with his work in his earlier years. Isaiah explained that after his encounter with God, everything changed for the better. Isaiah stated, “God has a reason for your encounter with Him” (Maxwell, 2014, p. 81). His encounter with God came after the king died. Isaiah caught a vision of God on His throne. He believed that he was ruined, because of his sinful ways. According to Isaiah, his first reaction when he saw God was awe, because of glory, his second reaction was fear, because of his sinful ways, and his third response was to serve him (as cited in John C. Maxwell, 2014,p.83). After Isaiah’s encounter with God, he changed

My mother then proceeded to tell me her version of what had happened. I realized then that the person who talked to her wasn’t a selfless person willing to rescue me; he was a man who promised to never let me see light again unless my mother gave him what he asked for. She never went into too much detail, because I knew she was afraid of remembering, afraid of going back to that painful moment where she feared for the safety of her children. That night I laid in bed, and thoughts of guilt consumed me. The only person at fault had been me, I had been the person who left the house and took my brother, I was the person who took the cab and went to the mall, and I had been the one that gave that man all of my personal

Jay was a beautiful brown baby boy with big brown eyes and curly locks. He never whined, or cried for anything. He was just a very sweet and humble child. His humbleness touched my heart in the biggest way. He never cried for his mother, but I could sense his emptiness and sadness that never seemed to go away. Jay’s mother had become a drug addict. She could no longer care for him. My instant adoration for him quickly shaped me into nurturing and supporting him.