Ryland Harlind: A Short Story

As I sat down in a room with my favorite drummer, Rhett Noland, I had pre existing thoughts I would learn new drum skills, hear about tour life, and get advice about performing. Instead, all those things were blown out the window. What I aquired from this classroom was more important to me than any rudiment or drum fill, or any advice someone else could have given me. What I learned in this classroom in a sense “woke me up” and gave me a realization about what I am here on Earth for. Rhett told me about how he used to be an alcoholic. How he used to not even be able to go to work without a drink. How destructive drinking was. How miserable he was. There was a paradigm shift in the room immediately after he told us that now, he had been sober for 23 months.

Letting himself in the front door, David led Bill to his bedroom. Opening the door, he gasped. The floor was completely repaired. It looked exactly as it had the night before. It even had the creaking boards in the same places. ‘I-I swear that what I told you was true! I’m not crazy! You’ve got to believe me, Bill! Please!’

Ryleigh is eleven years old and lives in Fairport, New York. She lives with her parents and her six siblings, including step-siblings. Both of Ryleigh's parents work at Applebee's as general managers. All of her siblings are older than her except her little brother. Ryleigh has been playing soccer since she was three. She and her family love spending time each other. They love watching

Molly is an only child, to her parents, John and Martha Porter. The Porters first daughter, Kristen, was born 14 years before Molly was born. One day when the

Meanwhile Jessica was trying to find another way out of the building. She could see an opening in the window, so she sprinted over there and opened it fully. She stepped on the edge of it shaking. She could see to the left of her

Timothy told Abigail his story-how he’d taken both bones but switched out Mr. Harwood’s for the real one. He told her what he meant to do with it. He told her about Mr. Crane knocking on his front door, and what happened later when he came back to his room to destroy the object, how he thought he’d seen her appear in his bedroom, followed by the Nightmarys, as the jawbone’s curse fought to protect itself from being

The house grew darker as he travelled through, hoping he entered the right room. He stumbled over a pile of wood left from the flooring. Catching himself, he called out to the girl again.

Slowly she began to back away toward back door; she pressed her back against the fly screen and wrapped her hand around the door handle. Footsteps made their way toward their door and a fist banged against the wood, the door ricocheting off the fist and wiggling. Her mother then gasped and slowly walked to the door, wrapping her hand around her belly she opened the door and Djinda darted to hide in the kitchen.

I think my life has been laid out for me since the day I was born 39 years ago and it all started june 4th 2003.Later on in life I found that I would never put down a bikini, if I did not have a bikini I was crying.At that stage my favorite thing to eat was cat food wet or dry, what's weird though is my wonderful wonderful parents must have thought I was a cat they just let me eat it and never stop me.

They made their way up the stairs, turned to the left and they entered a room where three girls were lying on a bed. One of the,

Wesley Mathews told police he put his 3-year-old adopted daughter, Sherin Mathews, in an alone alley at 3 a.m. where coyotes roamed as a punishment for not drinking her milk.

“Dad?” Her quiet voice was barely audible over the ceiling fan. She repeated herself twice more before her father looked up. “Yes honey?” he said, eyes still glued to his phone. “Don’t you hear that thumping noise?” May questioned, eyes wide as the thumping grew louder. “I don’t hear a sound.” Her father replied. May got up from the dinner table, mumbling a quiet “excuse me” before heading up to her room. She slowly climbed the stairs, and peaked around the corner at her door, which was slightly opened.

Evan Harkness, epitome of a entitled jock. The Six foot two inch, brown-haired and blue eyed eighteen year old pushed through the throng of fellow students in the parking lot of Edenvale Catholic High School, although pushed wasn't really the right word. For the teenager didn't have to touch anyone, as the crowd parted like the Red-sea when he approached, . Not particularly large, or overly muscular, the captain of the School Lacrosse Team was, however, toned, and well defined, with a physique that he took pride in. He was also known to be cruel if other students got in his path, not caring if the shove sent them flying head over ass, and with his Jock buddies for backup if trouble ensued, most students were intelligent enough to steer well clear of him.

It's been 50 years since the war most of the people of trying to stay alive from raiders. Some were lucky to get into vault or a bunker. I'm Dean Howard my family got into the a vault before I was born. I'm Dean Howard my vault's number was 78 but that doesn't matter. I have two old brothers, Gat and Raul, Gat is mean and hateful and is the oldist brother and tall, red eyes and he is 19 years old. Raul is short and really smart and he is 16 years, and my dad James he is the doctor in vault. My mom well she died when I was born. Well thats history but what happens next was something James and Raul left the vault, and we don't know why or how. But Gat and I were left to fight for ourselves.

I first want to say marriage can be a beautiful experience, if it is done right. It takes a lot trial and error to have a perfect marriage. There has to be a clear understanding of what kind of lifestyle they both want to live. Sharing the same goals and dreams creates a solid foundation for the future. My parents have been married for twenty years. Every year that passes, I wonder how many more years they will put up with each other torment. Being around my parent’s kills me because I know the truth, and the ill truth is that the passion and love they once shared with each other is no longer there. This scares me because how is that you can love a person for some many years, and then turn around and treat each other like strangers. Sadly, I can relate to Huston and Wright’s stories because of the hostile environment I grew up in. My mother never had a special skill so she joined the Air Force where she attended college. She got the opportunity to travel to Japan, Hawaii, and even Korea. Now, she is dedicated stay at home mom who is still trying to find out where she can fits in the corporate world. On the other hand, my dad has not been passed the Georgia state lines, however he is a hard workingman who takes care of his family at any cost. Apart from each other my parents are not bad, they love my siblings and I but are enemies to one another. And don’t get me wrong they gave everything they had to raise my siblings and I but some things are not meant to last forever.