“Wemonade for sale,” a small, tan kid chirped with a big ol’ boxy grin stretched across his face. Taehyung liked to set up his lemonade stand in front of the flower shop; it always smelled nice and the owners of the flower shop were his friends. His stand was a square, fold-up table with a poster taped-up and drawn in crayon saying “LEMONADE for 5 cents,” and underneath that had been scribbled in, “with umbrellas :).” Despite the fact many people ignored him, Taehyung still was full of cheer.
Some of the conversation consisted of us being very annoyed at the fact people could not pronounce Ryan Beatty’s name correctly.
I have often been told that I am irrational, and every time I deny it. Though, this time around I am afraid I have succumb to that label; and not only myself, but my dear friend John Laurens as well. I must say, it was folly on my part to call Charles Lee out on his bluff, but I’ve had an itch on my tongue to blurt it out since Monmouth. It’s as clear as day that the man is a traitor, but how does a great man such as Washington himself blind to the fact? I have tried to reason with him on multiple accounts, and regardless of the swearing he emits, he refuses for me to do anything to him.
The night was another quiet one , the morning even more quiet . No more family sit downs at the table , just coffee brewed from whoever wakes up first and help yourself to breakfast. I sat outside the porch with my coffee , first day of October with the fall feeling in the air , I was looking at nothing , I pulled out my cell phone and decided it was time to tell Trever my input on who is doing this. I heard his phone ringing , but it went straight to voice mail , I left a long message explaining everything , hoping this will get him to look into her.
First of all I was in my dark room with the only light being my t.v, I playing Xbox with my friend Skylar, we were playing Rainbow Six Siege a counter terrorism shooter. It was a late on a dark, stormy night, it was bomb objective and only I was left on the team to face five other enemies defusing the bomb and I slowly and stealthy with his silenced pistol picked off about two enemies outside the objective roaming and then pulled out his primary the 416-C Assault Rifle and went in blazing in the objective and his heart was racing he picked off another two enemies and that’s when he began guarding the defuser waiting to find the last enemy. “Can you search cams Skylar?” I asked Skylar.
After walking in on his sub cheating on him with the security guard, Taden McIntire had decided it was time to make a change. He wanted to have a life where he didn’t hate himself at the end of the day like he did working on Wall Street. Reading an advertisement for new entrepreneurs in the small southern town of Cedar Falls, Taden decided to roll the dice and move.
The sun began to creep up behind the towering pine trees as I sip on my torrid coffee. I glance at my watch which reads 5:45 am, I gather my tackle box that's overflows with hooks and line and stick in underneath the damp boat seat. The water glistens in the morning sunlight, I aboard the scent of pine needles which is always prominent the crisp air of Northern Wisconsin.
I send my mom a quick text to let her know where I am going, and we are off in five cars lined up like a Mardi Gras parade. I have a bad feeling about this. I have never been to Micah’s grandmother’s house, and I am totally alone in the last car. If I lose them at a turn or a light, I might never find my way, but I have no other choice but to drive myself because of my early curfew. My friend, Ben, is in the car in front of me, and I am staying close behind him, so I don’t get lost.
The latest 1963 Cadillac roars down the cliff side of State Road 1, and in its driver seat sits Herschel Hunt, a man who could’ve won the prize for smallest eyes in the world if only it were a real contest. Glenfidditch Malt Whisky drips from his auburn moustache back into the opened bottle in his right hand. The moonlight leaking into his car is taken over by headlights breaking around the bend, and off a single span concrete bridge. Hunt struggles to widen his little eyes against the light streaming in. He manages to peek out his pupils, keeping the color of his iris a mystery. The light is too bright for his retina, and his pupils slowly close down. The headlights swerve to his left. Hunt’s pupils are too drunk to dilate,
I noticed it was getting harder to finish assembling my gun; I was losing the outside light. The sun was already setting, even though it was just after three. I remembered when I had gone to Middle School, during winter, of having to walk through Arkham's icy atmosphere instead relaxing in the warm luxury of riding in the car, which we'd sold to defray, in part, another of the old man's expeditions, this time to Nepal in search of the legendary Plateau of Leng. Such dangerous destinations meant nothing to me at the tender age of thirteen, of course, except in that I could no longer bask in the warmth of the Nexus's heater.The Eastern horizon would be barely beginning to lighten by the time I reached the gate. I got home just after
“I’ll be right back, guys! I just need a breath of fresh air,” announced eighteen-year-old Alan Fenton as he walked out of the raucous party into the quiet backyard, taking out his inhaler as he went. His graduation party was just getting started, with around a hundred of Edison High School’s students already attending and even more arriving every minute. As valedictorian of all his classes, the captain of both the basketball and football teams, and the recent receiver of a scholarship to UCLA, Alan knew he had a reason to celebrate. It was great timing too, as his parents were at a Justin Bieber concert with his 16-year-old sister Sandy. The cheers from his house grew louder as his best friend and part-time DJ, Chris Waker, turned up the strains of Fetty Wap’s “Trap Queen”. Alan grinned as he turned around and went back inside the house.
“Were you planning to give me a heart attack? Were you trying to kill yourself? What is wrong with you? You can talk things out. Don’t bottle everything inside you and climbing and jumping like that wouldn’t help either. You know if you’re planning to kill yourself – Luhan, are you listening?! I’m talking to you!” You were literally screaming while scolding Luhan who was annoyed to death. You had been scolding him for the past half an hour and you didn’t even pause even for a bit. You were scolding him while going up the stairs and the maids looked at each other asking what happened. It didn’t slip out of his parents’ views, too. Everyone saw how furious you were for making himself in danger and they found it cute.
My arms shook as they caved under the heavy box I carried. I felt sweat streaming down my face, my hair stuck to my skin in clumps. Moving is never fun. Especially when you move to the tenth floor of a building that has no elevator.
Checking the time on the wall clock while exiting my last class for the day, I move out the back door to the fine arts building.
Helloreadersandwelcometothisbook,onhowtocontrolyourmindtogainfinancialfreedomfortherestof your life First of all I'll like to say that we're all natural born thinkers.Every day, every,second, every,minute, every,hour,you and I are constantly thinking about something,weither we realize it or not.The truth is you are what you think,and it's how you process those thoughts,that will determine your character,reputation,beliefs,and finally your own life.You are where you are today because of your thinking,whatever you had in your mind,in the pass did already shape"t and form"d your destiny,it is always the end result.There's a old saying" if you put a penny in life,you receive a penny's worth,if you put nothing,you receive nothings
After I get out of our small, black Nissan Versa, I grab my backpack from the trunk. I run inside to avoid getting wet from the huge waterdrops falling freely from the sky. I open the door and go to the dining room table of my grandparents house. I start on the division and multiplication problems my teacher, Mrs. Cyphers has assigned us. As I am working, there is a sense of uncertainty in the air; a pit in my stomach that makes me think something is really wrong. As I am working, my mom and mamaw are in the kitchen, talking in a low voice. I began to get more worried by the second. What could possibly be wrong? They have to tell me. My mom then came in with a concerned look on her face. She says, “Lilly, I need to tell you something.” My look