environmental organizations to involve everyday people in small tasks within communities. She hadn’t written in months, making excuses and procrastinating, she finally sat down to end her guilt for ignoring her only current connection with the outside world. Writing had always been a hobby she could count on to help her
When I had laid the last of the bricks I took a step back to admire my handy work. Still silent in the catacombs, I knew I should be leaving before Fortunato awakes. I began my journey through the endless tunnels of corpses and adorning tombs. I could smell the lingering fragrance of death in the damp air as I stumbled along the dark, uneven pathway. I soon became overwhelmed with the feeling of exhaustion. I began to yell, “Help, can anyone hear me?” The deafening silence reminded me of a fate
Narrative “Here Maya, as long as you wear this I’ll always be with you,” my dad said as he clipped a small bow into my hair. “I can’t believe tomorrow will be your first birthday, and I have to miss it. I love you more than the world baby girl.” He kissed my forehead as he lowered me into the crib. “Daddy don’t go, please!” I begged him, “I’m going to miss you so much.” “Munchkin I have to go, I’ll only be gone 2 days and it’ll fly by so fast that when I come home you’ll think I never left.”He hugged
As the light shines through the window of the wooden cabin, I sit up and stretch my aching back; I the smell of moist wood fills the air, and then I remember that it is time to work on the field. As I walk out of the cabin I see my friends. “Good morning Amara, good morning Quan,” “Good morning Yelmima,” they replied. “Are you ready for your big day today?” Quan winked as he said it. “Yeah, ” “We’ll miss you,” Amara said. “I will say my final goodbyes before I leave,” I reassured them. As
It waits, concealed behind the fragments of carefree moments that crop up from time to time. It ebbs, the emotional tide before the mind’s storm. It strikes, leaving its victim motionless and defenseless and forever beneath its control. The dread, being stuck in a rut, is difficult to escape from. Perhaps I should settle for what is reality— probably forever impoverished, despondent, or a mindless drone for the man—and continue on the trail. However, when I’m stuck facing the corner, all I notice
BY THE TIME CLIVE finally settled down and stopped his cat screaming, I was thoroughly exhausted and wide awake. I had to get up in one more hour anyway, and I realized I’d already gotten whatever sleep I was going to get. I might as well get up and make some breakfast. “Stupid meower,” I said, addressing the wall behind my head, and I padded out into the living room. After switching on the TV, I turned on the coffee maker and studied the pre-dawn light just starting to peek in my windows. Clive
At first Sofia looked at me in shock, but her expression began to change into one of interest. She brought her hand up to her white scarf, then began to play with the ends in a thoughtful manner. Her lips contorted into a mischievous grin and she let go of my hands. “I’ll be right back Hun, I just had an idea,” she got up off of my bed and swiftly glided towards the door opening it and leaving me alone with only my own mind. I began to recede into my own consciousness, and was quickly engulfed by
"Rei, Rei!" My little sister shrieks. Her piercing scream reaches me when I get to my house front door. The family room darkens; the air thickens. Without thinking I sprint to her room, but her door is locked. 'Since when did she get a lock on her door?! ' "Rei!" Shelly cries out. "Shelly it 's okay, I 'll save you!" I throw my body against the door, but stop when a laugh that always gives me nightmares, rings in my ear. I look to my right, and as I do the house molds into the Hammerhead 's men
Narrative Essay on different levels. The doctor would meticulously watch our actions then jot it down into his documents. After the exam was completed, we were instructed to stand in two even parallel lines and wait Three summers ago, I proudly graduated from Samuel Fels High School in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Graduating from High School was one of the happiest and memorable moments in my life. I was puffed up with pride as I walked down the aisle to accept my high school diploma. I had
Narrative I was about ten years old when this happened. It was in the fall of fifth grade, and I had just gotten settled into the new school year. My dad was deployed to Kuwait, and so for the time being it was just my mom, my brother, and I. He had been deployed previously, so I was used to him being away for months at a time. One thing that helped me get through the times he was deployed was my school who offered a special class called TDY on Friday mornings before the bell rang. TDY (Temporary