My Awesome Story

“Madison Carter! I know you were the class clown! Don’t try to fool me!” my husband Johnny Flash yelped. I rolled my eyes, I didn’t have time to argue, I had to get ready.

If you really want to hear about this goddam story, boy, I must warn you that it has nothing interesting, just about a stupid bastard who always forgets other’s name.

Jackson just snorted, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket and handing it to his boyfriend. “Don’t let him know how much money you have.” He reminded him. Scott fought the urge to roll his eyes before standing up from his lunch table. A sigh came from his lips, making his way to the bleachers.

Suddenly and only for a brief moment the wind ceased, the curtain disappeared and the figure was fully visible. It was a boy, a small, slim boy. She couldn’t really tell how old he was, but not older than 6 years-old. He was covered only by a thin, dirty blanket that was no better than a piece of old, broken cloth and had ripped jeans. Nothing else shielded him from the rough wind while he sat in the middle of the sidewalk. The gloves that were supposed to protect his hands were completely useless, as they had an abundant amount

Blood dripped from my knife as I grasped the leather wrapped handle, my hand seemingly frozen. I couldn't bring myself to move my arm or look away. "Did I do this? What have I done? Who am I?" Paralyzed as the crimson liquid built up at the tip of the bright blade, then fell, as if in slow motion. I was snapped from my trance as the glimmering droplet spattered on the dry, hard, dirt. "Who are you. The girl you used to be wouldn't be so heartless." Quickly I snatched up the hem of my tattered, brown cloak. Urgently wiping away the blood, as if that could wipe away the pain, the thoughts, the memories.... "That's not who you are know! She was weak and valuable." I quickly turned and walked swiftly

“ Oh, hey! Thursday is my sixteenth birthday. “ I said. “ Did you forget you have to help me pass out invitations to my party? “

Have you ever seen His Highness' face?" The chubby boy blushed as soon as he spoke. The look on the older guard's face was one of patient amusement, but the boy hastened to explain, "It's the first thing you hear at the barracks. The Cursed Prince is the most beautiful man across the four kingdoms."

College is my next chapter in life. Furthering my college career will be my next big step, within my passions. College will not only benefit myself, but strangers I want to help. Overall, furthering my college career will help me create differences, knowing my knowledge within education, youth and football.

When Asra woke up, things were different and he couldn’t see out of his right eye. The world had grown quiet, once more in order, but he couldn’t seem to think clearly. He gingerly touched the bandage covering his face — it was warm, fresh and already stained, and smelled of potent medicine.

Drakar yanked a smaller cloaked figure into the tent. With his other gloved hand, he jerked back the cloak’s hood to reveal a blond-haired young man with a bruised face, and left eye swollen shut. Dried blood appeared on his lips. He blinked and looked at Faline, a curious mixture of resentment and resignation on his face. Behind his back, bound wrists twisted at the cords.

Out of all the short stories read in class, my favorite was “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?” Joyce Carol Oates’s story was my favorite because of her terrifying antagonist Arnold Friend. The way that Arnold Friend convinces Connie to get into his car even though she knows she will be putting her life in severe danger is chilling. I also really appreciated that Oates allows the audience to form their own opinions on the plot of the story. For example, “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?” is told in a way that allows the readers to come to their own conclusions regarding whether Arnold Friend was really the Devill in disguise or if the whole story was just Connie dreaming. I also really enjoyed Arthur Conan Doyle’s “A Scandal in Bohemia.” Doyle’s story was one of my favorites because of the characters Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler. As I am a huge fan of the show Sherlock aired on British Broadcasting Network, I had already grown fond of these two complex characters and looked forward to reading about them in Doyle’s original story. Even though the plot of the short story was less complex and more condensed than BBC’s remake, it was still just as enjoyable. I especially enjoyed that Sherlock had a more negative view towards women so Irene Adler’s beating him was even better. My third favorite story was Agatha Christie’s “The Witness for the Prosecution” because of its classic Christie plot twist at the end. I have always been a fan of Agatha Christie ever

Narrator: (She darts into her room and hurriedly puts on a little party hat she has improvised from her lampshade ; a paper flower and bits of ribbon cover it. An elastic goes under her chin. She snatches up her school satchel bulging with parcels and comes running back.) . In this scene they have been staying in the annex for six months,they are trying to have hanukkah but it is difficult because they are lacking resources. Everyone is in

“Oh Ana, it's okay, it's going to be okay.” My mom tries to comfort me, it makes nothing better at all. Tonight is going to be one of the worst but best days of my life. My father always reminds me, ‘Ana, this is a celebration, not a sad day.’ Those words ring through my head as I continue to cry. I finish crying and I walk over to my aunt. I start helping her and my cousin Ivori put up decorations.

My favorite story is the Hsu family’s for one primary reason: I find this story the most relatable of all four. Not only have I been passive like Rose even until now, but my mother was also raised similarly to An-mei. In a traditionally Vietnamese environment, she was regularly told to “eat [her] own bitterness” (Tan 260) . Travelling away from her hometown in Nam Dinh for university in the urban Ho Chi Minh City, she was let to think for herself for the first time. Although the permeating expectations of conformity from my father and society were other big obstacles, my mom never stopped telling me to stand up for myself. In my life, my mom has been the only woman, and for hers my grandmother. The maternal bonds in my family have always

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.