My Favorite Part Of The Day

My face beginning is sweat bullets, the heel cracked clean off the bottom of one of my new stilettos, and my stomach growling in such hunger as each street sign becomes a blur. I’m sure this couldn’t get worse. It does. The clouds break and it begins to pour down. Just my luck since Jackson wants to dash off into some bushes and leave me to a wild goose chase. I’m not really running but I’m speed walking. After awhile thoughts of hope turn into acceptance. I’m sure he’ll find a lovely owner who’ll put up with his spoiled butt. I snap out of it. I love that fur ball. I look down and see Jackson’s leash in the sand. I’m close. I begin to pray. I’m sure some nice soul will read his collar and bring him back home. I begin to head home and I pray some more. “God please help me find Jackson, after all she’s all I have out here.” My throat begins to get tight. To my surprise and relief I hear him bark. I turn the corner and look up only to see Jackson in the arms of a man standing on my steps.

Annie Dillard arose from her tent that rested in the Ecuadorian jungle. She was outnumbered by six men to one female on her morning journey, as she and her six male escorts reached Providence Village. The first view of excitement to capture her attention was a dwarf size, frail frame fawn roped to a tree near a thatched roof hut. This was symbolic of the stability of a vicious pit bulldog that would be chained to a six-foot chain length fence, back home in my neighborhood. One could only imagine the gruesome details of the helpless fawn that Dillard was describing. This fawn had been captured and roped to a tree. If this was not humiliating enough, the agony continued, the fawn twisted his limp bloody frail body as if he was interacting

I close my eyes and let my body move as my horse takes a step toward the clover patch in front of us. I lean down, resting my head on his withers and begin to stroke his neck. Just as the golden leaves fly away with the breeze, my stress from the long school day seems to do the same. I know I should be worrying about the stack of assignments that are due tomorrow, but all that seems to matter at the moment is how beautiful the clear sky is. I look up to the snow white clouds and an idea for the costume class at my last county fair that I will be able to participate in hits me. “It’s sure to win,” I say to myself, “who doesn’t like a

It was a peaceful and normal first hour. Well, at least for the people in it. Everyone was yelling, and the teacher had just given up on trying to stop them, and now was just browsing for a retirement home in Key West. I looked up at Jordan, who was my best and only friend. Her spiked blond hair was never put down, even in the toughest rain. Her tan legs sat on top of her desk, and her pine green eyes scanned the school newspaper.

“Hey! We’re running now. Start moving.” I opened my weary eyes. In front of me was the dark face of the same woman who I talked to at dusk. Heeding her words, I rose and started moving to the exit of the barn, quietly evading the slumbering guard outside. I realized that she stayed behind for me and the rest were gone already. After we went over the fence, we started to run as fast as a tiger until we were out of breath and our limbs were sore. The weather was clear as day and the sun was right above me. Then, I heard the familiar sound of

I bolted across the lawn, past a colossal Sequoia tree, and made a beeline for the door. Inside I could see my mom and Ms. Asher leaning against the kitchen stove exchanging anxious looks. Ms. Asher whispered, “How is he?”

Days are getting longer, while the temperature is getting hotter. These long days are turning into very fast memories. The time we have with our friends and family is not valued as much as it should be. We are taking these long ventured nights for granted. Because one day, this will just be a memory of the past.

His eyes observed an odd shadow that seemed to stand out from the other silhouettes. For a second he thought he had seen it move, but he was sure that it must have been the wind or something. Before he could think too hard, a person darted out from behind the tree jogging towards the parking lot.

Summer is the most fun and exciting time of any child’s life. There is no school, no homework, no uncomfortable uniforms, and most importantly no bedtime; but when summer comes to an end every heart breaks and we beg for summer back. In Alice Walker’s “The Flowers” Walker ends her work with the sentence “and the summer was over,” which symbolizes Myop’s childhood as the summer. This short, yet impactful sentence explains how Myop’s once happy childhood is now only a memory she’ll reminisce over and find herself begging to get back.

The morning had arrived and I noticed an unbearable hunger in my stomach. Ben and I were miserable as we unwrapped some granola bars and headed on our way down the trail. We had left the tent behind and decided to search for Carly and Jacob. It had been seventeen hours since they took off and we saw them last. As I headed down the gravel road, the sun shined in my eyes and made it almost impossible to see.

It was the beginning of December and the cool breeze from autumn was drifting away. The sun was shining brightly and you could feel the warmth on your skin. The colorful leaves were falling all around, as Cara was walking home with Trevor from a long day at school. Trevor dropped her off at her house and then wen across the street to where he lived. When she got to the house her mom was doing laundry.

I found it to be a ornate, curved pipe. The dog also had dark, wrap around sunglasses on, the kind that covered every part of your eye. The dog stood up on its hind legs, startling all of us just in doing so. The dog’s pipe wiggled as it talked to us, “My name is Addison MacHenry , and yes, I am a dog. And I can talk. I am guessing you are peculiar, since you got in this loop in the first place, and you all have pupils. Sir, if you are feeling faint, then by all means sit down!” He--or she for all I knew, since the name didn't clear it up much, and my mind was like water with a bunch of brainless flopping fish swimming around in it--addressed that last part to me. I was shocked still. I may have even twitched. A dog. A talking dog. I shouldn’t be so surprised, given all the “peculiar” things that I have seen recently, but this was a whole different level. I liked dogs. Just the way they were. And they didn’t

After three minutes, Isabel and I stand and push through the rest of the trail. The path remains constant for the rest of the time. Trees sway back and forth and the sun shines through the leaves making marks on the ground. As we come to reach the end of the trail, I cannot help but feel an immense sense of satisfaction for the adventure we have embarked on. I feel such a great deal of happiness. Not the happiness that comes from small, everyday tasks, but an internal joy that becomes my own. Isabel and I share this special joy. We understand nature’s values and that our own adventures lie within our reach. For most, it is hard to imagine a life away from screens, but to us and the hundreds who walk through Benson’s Animal Park everyday, it is only two minutes

"I hear the dogs!" I whispered to Iggy as we ran through the forest dodging branches and thorn bushes. We hear them come off to one side of us we hurry in the opposite direction, I can hear them making their way closer I hurry and look around to see if i can find anywhere to hide. Score "Iggy follow me" I whispered, then we rush towards a cove that sits directly on the creek. We sit and wait behind the vines and the shadows hoping that the dogs won't catch a scent. They are close now, I can hear the chatter of the men nearby. I pull myself deeper into my cove hoping that the dogs won't catch our scent. Now here's the moment of truth, I see a man with a dog leading him right in front of us across the semi small creek.

I wake up to Azan blaring from the loudspeaker of the mosque beside which I lie down daily to rest my limbs. We do not have dedicated meals, you see. There is no breakfast or lunch or dinner. If the resting of limbs aligns with a partially filled belly, I feel the day is well spent.