Perspective Of A Fallen Star

As my car climbed the hill, my heart sunk into my stomach. I parked as far away from my friends as I could and quickly exited the car, not once looking at them. Now it was every man for himself. Emerging into the open air, I suddenly became aware of myself. I could feel my puffy, blood-shot eyes. My palms became slimy. My fingers clinched into a fist and my nails dug into my skin. My sight blurred and my tunnel of vision tried to focus on the front door. Every step seemed more awkward than the last. Eyes pierced me from all sides. I felt naked. My body trembled like a sheep in the midst of wolves.

“All you gotta do is open yo legs!” Said the boy I had only seen a couple of times around school before. I felt like my life was flashing before my eyes. I was hoping for this moment to end. The smell of weed and cigs filled the air. It was a beautiful day outside and yet all I could hear was cars and buses rushing by. This is how I knew no one would hear my cry for help.

That is the moment when I realized there was a black Mercury Marauder lingering around the parking lot, driving in circles. I did not think much of it until they stopped. Right in front of me and Addison. I gave the driver a stare like there was no tomorrow. Trying to act unafraid, I stood up and gestured to Addison that we should get up and move. But before I had the chance, a man was getting out of the car and walking right up to me. When he reached me, he grabbed my arm and gave me words of advice.

I jumped into action and had no choice but to start running. My heart skipped a beat as a bullet whistled past my head and thudded into the wall behind me and I knew I couldn’t stop running. I heard thousands of footsteps in pursuit and I needed some place to hide. I flew through the first door I saw, ducked down and cowered behind a desk. I hid and waited to hear the footsteps pass by. My heartbeat was banging as loud as a drum as I breathed a huge sigh relief only to jump out of my skin as I felt a hand reach out and grab me from

I heard a feminine voice call out to me as I blazed out the front door. "Good morning Amber! Oh, where are you--" I cut her off with a sharp slam. I couldn't look back. With each step towards my car, I inhale painful sobs of air. I feel as if I don't know who I am, as if I was that 18 year old girl hearing the news of his death for the first time. I couldn't think of the name that belongs to me, or any one else but my father. Any face my subconscious offers had the resonance of a total stranger, then was replaced with the haunting image of

It was a pleasant fall Tuesday when Stephanie went to work. Her day normal consisted of writing reports, and filing paperwork for her office. She turned on the television to see if there was anything alluring in the news. “NEWS FLASH: MAN CONVICTED OF MURDER HAS ESCAPED PRISON.” The warning did not phase her, considering the jail was far from her office. She concluded that she was safe. By four o’clock, it was time for her to travel home from a laborious day of work. She arranged her things into her bag, and began her trek. Walking out the door, she was met with warm rays from the sun. It was an astounding way to end a strenuous

It was a weekday in September when I came home from school, said goodbye to my family and didn’t come back for two weeks, but that was the first time, in all I was gone for a month and a half. Abington Memorial Hospital was welcoming, but it didn’t matter how distracted I was, I couldn’t escape myself. “Life begins where fear ends”, but it was a different story for me, when the fear of myself stopped, that would be because I would’ve done what I was terrified of and what I wanted the most, to let the rain

I howled out loud and begged him to wake up as I felt I was at a loss. I didn't know this man, but I longed so hard for his survival. When the ambulance showed up the man displayed mild responsiveness, however I worried that he was not going to make it. As I looked at his beaten body being carted away, I felt my whole perception of the world

The cold steel refreshed my hand as I grasped the handle to enter the phone booth. Inside laid the payphone sitting silent in the claustrophobic room. It had always trapped me when I entered, and created an atmosphere of a jail cell. Luckily, my reason for entering always masked that imaginary environment because it was to connect with others and not to be left alone. Although, on that typical sticky warm Florida afternoon the jail cell surfaced and I felt like there was no escape. I was a prisoner in my own mind; being beaten up by regret and taunted by sorrow. But, as my tears fell and my mind continued to race with grief I grew stronger and my morals shifted molding me along with them. That phone call that day changed my outlook on life

I woke up the next day to the movement of her hand across my chest. Everything was mellow and vivid to me; only sounds of solace. I had been aching, stressing, and loathing for a way to escape my pain and stress. I looked over to see a needle on the bed as well as a spoon with dark red burnt resin on it and a lighter. It didn’t take a brain surgeon to put 2 and 2 together. But I didn’t care, I was at solace with the world and I was numb to all I had known before. This strange woman had drugged me and I didn’t even care, I then came to my senses and quickly raced around the room gathering my belongings.

The deaths of normal stars give birth to neutron stars. Neutron Stars are products of the so called supernova. Supernovae transpire during the death of a highly developed star which occurs when there is not enough nuclear fuel to keep the pressure intact inside the core of a star (Gursky 1975). The aftermath of a supernova is crucial because it frees iron, carbon, copper, and oxygen along with other elements found in a star. This explosion completely demolishes the star and has the ability to transform into either a black hole or neutron star (Freddy 2006). These supernovae are extremely bright and every 200 years there is an explosion that happens to be big enough and bright enough to be seen from earth. Neutron stars are very significant within the universe. It is said that the neutron star was discovered before the before the neutron. It was Lev Landau who first wrote about and studied dense stars. He focused his research on the idea there were objects in the universe that were denser than but as small as white dwarfs and regular stars (Haensel 2007). This focus leads to the discovery of the fascinating and complicated neutron star. The end is only the beginning for neutron stars.

Have you ever gotten that feeling that someone is staring at you? That you have to turn around before something miserable happens? Well I really glad that “he” didn’t get that feeling. It was a frigid Iowan day. Cold and icy. The way I like it. But, I never could’ve imagined what was about to happen next. I was walking out of the office I work in from a long and exhausting day. I had worked all day and didn’t pack a very good lunch so on my way home I decided to pick some up. I decided that I would stop by a nearby cafe. As I walk in the door I get a rush of warm air. But, before I could enjoy it I was shoved away by a shorter person. I couldn’t really tell what he looked like though because of how fast he rushed out. I guess he was in too much of a

As the light turned green, I sat for a moment, not moving, and asked myself what I was going to do. Then I accelerated slowly, waiting for the car on my left to pass as I changed over to the left lane. I made four left turns at four consecutive stoplights until I approached the library again. Pulling into the library's parking lot, I turned off my lights, radio, and heat. As I opened the car door, the cold air stung me like a quick slap to my face. Slowly and uncertainly, I walked toward Mike.

        " You should've done better!" Growled mother." I'm leaving! Maybe it will make you better at taking care of yourself!" Lemon, Cherry, Dot, and Lightning watched her go." Well, I guess I'll go hunting and you guys can find bedding for us tonight." Said lemon. As Lemon walked away, Cherry sighed," He was always getting punished for being who he is. That's not fair." Cherry still was a kitten so sometimes she didn't say things right.

"Marco," Star starts, her excitement beginning to dim as they walked on. "I 'm sorry, for this I mean." She gave a glance at the back of Marco 's head, stepping quickly to reach his side. "I never wanted this to turn out so badly."