The Dare - Fiction Essay

“In nineteen minutes, you can stop the world, or you can just jump off it. In nineteen minutes, you can revenge” (Picoult). Those words are of the opening lines of Jodi Picoult’s best seller, Nineteen Minutes. Although this novel is heart wrenching, and cuts into the ‘grays’ of school shootings, it is anything but original. Lead character, Peter Houghton, is an almost perfect profile replication of 1999’s Columbine shooters, Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris. A simple personaltiy analysis will reveal that both Peter and Columbine Shooters suffer from parental neglect, the violent virtual world, ruthless peers, as well as easy access to weapons.

"There are no constraints on the human mind, no walls around the human spirit, no barriers to our progress except those we ourselves erect." -anonymous.

As I fly back home from Alaska, I think of all my all my adventures I’ve had so far. I feel amazing that I finally finish and will be returning to my dogs, my home, and most importantly, my sweet wife. I missed her so much over the past two weeks, I can't wait to see her again.

I went out the place and sat in her car. "Maybe some music will help me consume all of this." Sky clicks the radio on.

If this were just a simple hike, I know we would have turned back right there and then. But, this hike was personal! My parents, especially my dad, had put on my grandpa's shoes to wear to the top. He had died roughly a year before this hike and it felt personal to at least take a picture with these shoes at the top. Not only was this the case, but the top of the peak was, at most, less than a few hundred feet away from us. That being said, this was one of the only things standing between walking back down to safety or pushing through and making it to the

“If you’re talking about a virgin, man that ship sailed a long time ago,” Mike blurted out.

Anyway, back to Spencer. I was leaning against the wall, and then I someone ran into me. I stumbled and fell sideways, right into Spencer. For a couple seconds I couldn’t figure out what happened. All I knew was my head kinda of hurt and there was beer spilled all over my shirt. Someone held out a hand and pulled me up. That someone was Vivian. At the time, the only thing I knew about Vivian was that she scared the shit out of me. Two years prior to that day, she looked a lot like Alice, actually. Cute blonde hair, bright blue eyes, wore little dresses to school. Then she changed. She died her hair black, got a nose piercing, and I hadn’t seen her in a dress since. I hadn’t even talked to her in several years when she pulled my beer-soaked

I laid back in my hospital bed as my stomach began to growl. I politely called the nurse.

We semi-finished our meals and I was shocked. He actually did remember. Macoroni and cheese. Specifically what I oredered that day, the first day we met. Three years seems so far.

I remember a time when one student and I did math together. I was in charge of a kid. This kid made it very clear to me that they thought math was ridiculous. (I’m naming this kid Jorge because I don’t want to give his name out.)

The study of fiction can teach society lessons and provide warnings against past mistakes from happening again. Acts of genocide and similar atrocities are devastating and unnecessary acts of hatred in the world. Between the years of 1939 and 1945 was one of the world’s largest acts of hatred against a group of people - the Holocaust. In just the span of six years in Germany, approximately eleven million people were killed, six million of them were Jewish. Thirty years after the end of the Holocaust, from 1975 to 1979, was a similar act of mass murder in Cambodia - the Cambodian Genocide by the rebel communist group, the Khmer Rouge. It is estimated that between these four years, approximately four million Cambodians were killed, leaving

Since they were feeling the effects of the alcohol and were not able to walk straight, but still wanted off the mountainside. They stumbled around trying to decide which way to go and suddenly went sliding down the mountainside between the trees and hit a huge

It was August and I went to the pet store to get a new dog. My previous dog ran away and I never saw him again. I knew this was going to be the dog because it was my third dog now so I know exactly how to train them. I showed the nice lady which one I wanted and she got me it. It was a really little chiwowa. I named him Paco because it rhymes with taco.

“I hate to change the subject so suddenly, but there’s a tall, good looking guy pacing up and down right under our window, and Musa?” Stella said, giving her friend a cheeky smile, pointing a slender finger to the ground. “I think he wants to see you.”

in a long breath of air in order to calm myself down. I had run up the