Matt Perrier: A Short Story

“He leans down and kisses me, his fingers still moving rhythmically inside me, his thumb circling and pressing. His other hand scoops my hair off my head and holds my head in place. His tongue mirrors the actions of his fingers, claiming me. My legs begin to stiffen as I push against his hand. He gentles his hand, so I’m brought back from the brink ... I come instantly again and again, falling apart beneath him … then I’m building again … I climax anew, calling out his name.” (pg. 195, 196)

“axle is loosed past engagement, you kept me sealed exactly against you, our hairlines wet as the arc of a gateway after a cloudburst, you secured me in your arms till I slept”

“Whoever troubles his own household will inherit the wind, and the fool will be servant to the wise of heart.” (English Standard Version, Proverbs 11:29) Inherit the Wind, written by Jerome Lawrence and Robert E. Lee, depicts the story of the Scopes Monkey Trial in the form of a play. In the drama, Bertram Cates was put on trial as a result of illegally teaching the theory of evolution in his classroom. Given that he lived in the God-fearing town of Hillsboro, Tennessee in 1925, his decision to teach Darwinism was highly opposed. Along with the many opponents of Cates’s evolutionary teachings came Matthew Harrison Brady. Brady, the prosecuting attorney in the trial, considered himself a religious man who was skilled in the Bible and its teachings. Brady was a man of noble stature, who had a fatal flaw, but possessed a sense of commitment that was evident even through his error of judgment. He underwent a negative reversal of fortune, and his self-awareness was revealed throughout the trial. Although his death was a result of his own fault from his inability to endure suffering, it evoked the pity and fear of the audience. The above distinct characteristics made Matthew Harrison Brady almost the epitome of what Aristotle once defined as a "tragic hero."

Matt Hamby, began his policing career as a patrol officer with the City of Greer in 1993, making a person vow to work his way up the chain of command.

I never really had a true passion for football in my early years of my life. I thought of it as a pointless game where a bunch of giant fat men fought over a brown pointy ball. My dad on the other hand, took football to a whole new level. Spartan football was and still is his life.

In a game like football, we must surround ourselves with people who will go on the same mission as us. Playing football for McAuley Catholic High School in the past was my summer and fall during my four years in high school. I felt that I had a community of brothers who would stand and fight for each other every Friday night. In this community, people feel for each other and know what task is at hand; they must achieve to win every football game in the season and post. This is a type of community that I could rely on during games, practice, or school. This community has its own language, in a way we talked about touchdowns and turnovers rather than algebra and literature. A football community must stand strong from top to bottom in order to

He’s the second highest priced quarterback on DK this week, but Brees is worth his hefty price tag. The Saints have nothing significant to play for, meaning padding the stats will be the utmost priority for this team. Brees needs 142 passing yards to reach 5,000 for the season, which would be his fifth 5,000 yard season of his career, by far the most of any quarterback in league history. Brees is going to be looking to throw the ball. The matchup couldn’t be any better. He’s going up against a Falcons’ defense that has allowed the third most DK points to opposing quarterbacks this season. This is going to be a high scoring game, and Brees, who has a history of torching the Falcons is an awesome play this week. Stacking him with either Michael Thomas or Brandin Cooks is a great GPP play.

This is the high school year and the stories of Payton Hutchens.In the essay story that Payton has and the people, she has meet and teacher she had.

Svin was a childhood memory making the leap from her mind to the real world. He had been a part of her early childhood since before she could remember. She'd never forget those icy blue eyes, which could be so determined and downright chilling, but also how bright and beautiful they could be when he smiled. And oh, that smile...and magnificent thew. That was new, or so it seemed to Mattie. While she could recall the man from her past, always there to smile at her, even spoil her a bit with sweets, he had always been just a little bit more than he should have been. Her first true crush, just one of those sweet, even innocent things that every young girl experienced. He was tall, handsome, strong, and above all nice and caring. Who in their right

Matt Arena was lying under a tree near the Blue Hills in Boston on a sunny afternoon. This might be his last chance to enjoy the tranquility of this place. Soon, this mountain range and park will be transformed into a chain of business offices overran by politicians. This was also his last day of Summer and seventh grade. Most other kids would have spent this last day finishing their packets or playing video games, but he finished his packet the first week into Summer and he would rather spend his time enjoying nature than playing video games on the last of Summer.

He is the 6’2, 218 pound wide receiver for OSU, that has overcome a lot to get to where he is now.

I knew I was in trouble, one million thoughts were running through my head about how on earth could I stop this before it got out of hand, but that voice in my head whispered otherwise, and sadly I knew this was a battle I wasn’t going to win.

Bursting out the massive black prison doors, gazing upon the lucid crystal blue sky where marshmallow clouds waltzed by the bright sun that was scorching down, while a cool gentle breeze caused the hairs on my arm to rise, I rushed to the mini white bus where I heard my teammates chattering about their day at school. With butterflies fluttering in my stomach, my palms feeling clammy and an uncontrollable tremor emerging, I could not conceal my nerves. When we arrived to Buffalo Grove High School, the smell of crisp tennis balls--brought me joy--the feel of the brisk breeze descending down my back--caused the heat from my body to diminish--the sound of football players getting yelled at --reminded me that we needed to win-- got me relaxed and ready for this match.

Tyler became entangled in his own twisted, erotic fantasies and zoned out. Some reluctance followed as he rested his back against the other’s broad chest. He reached down and tugged at his boxers, itching to fill this lonely feeling, like a predator with its potential prey. It was instinct, a desire, a

Bachelorette runner-up Matty’s reaction to the news that he had not won Georgia’s heart was one of the most raw reality television moments Australia has ever seen.