The Pie Short Story

Ridgewood High School is not exactly the perfect school. The school is full of delinquents, guns, and drugs. Lunch period was the prime time for trouble. The sound of the glass shattering from the window awoke the whole school. The people started to gather around the three boys creating the commotion. One of boys Douglas, a big, mean bully was heaving rocks at two boys Glen and Taylor. Glen is a smart fella who wants absolutely zero trouble. His only desire is getting into MIT. Taylor is the starting wide receiver for the football team and tries to protect Glen. During Lunch, Douglas pushes Glen to the ground and Taylor steps in front of Douglas in attempt to stop him. In the end, there were a couple bloody noses and several broken windows. On the other end of the school, Davis is waiting to sell Kevin marijuana. Davis really needs the money and Kevin has nothing going for him. He cuts class, abuses drugs and flat out does not care. After their exchange, behind them stands the school narcotics officer.

Slice pulled himself of the wall, stared at the both of them and said in a fuck it tone of voice.

This movie did most things right. The art is absoloutly beautiful, many times during the movie i was taken aback at how good it looks. the characters are great. the friends of the main characters are very funny and likeable, i wish we would have gotten more time with them. when it comes to the unbelieveable premis, the characters reactions mostly stay grounded.

In the myth of Daedalus, adapted by an unknown author, a man let his emotions take advantage of his actions. Talus was placed with Daedalus so that he could learn Daedalus’s marvelous skills. Talus was better than Daedalus and Daedalus hated that. Daedalus’s hate and jealousy leads him to push Talus off a cliff.

“Before the kingdom was destroyed,” he said, “I’d stored away some pockberry shrooms, and rotted roots. I was saving them for a special occasion, and I guess this is it.”

The day for Luca felt like a fresh start, the wind was gradually blowing, giving the small country town life. He had been expelled from his previous school and was about to start at Bay Grove High. Luca stood there blatantly staring at the front gate, with three immense husky breaths he gradually walked into the school grounds. As he stepped into the school, it felt like being a convicted prisoner in a new jail, everything seemed diverse. The bell rang, he got out his school diary to find out where he was required to be. He quickly found where he had to go and saw a group of boys gathered near a small classroom.

Global poverty and world hunger are two of the most studied and debated subjects in the field of economics. Experts such as Jeffery Sachs and William Easterly have researched every aspect of poverty, and come to two differing views on causes and solutions for continued poverty in an age of abundance. Research has presented many alarming conclusions about poverty and hunger such as “One billion people are suffering from hunger”. People are thought to be poor, starving, and helpless in these poverty ridden areas, but is that actually the case? This article will explore information about how the poor really spend their dollars and if they have the ability to buy food. Looking around the world there are lessons to be learned about how poverty works and if the alarming facts from experts are credible.

"Oh Lord, Randy what are you doing!" Randy raised a large stick over my head and slammed it fast. Darkness ate at the corner of my vision and I fell to the floor.

With his job on the line and pending marriage, news reporter Cooper Smith of Minnesota Public Radio needs a story fast. However, not wanting just a good story but something that could launch him into investigating reporting, he sets his sights on the massive drug problem up north and the powerful heroin Brown Sugar. Just starting to ask questions he talks to an old fraternity brother and repeat drug offender Ricky Johnson only to find out Ricky was found dead the next day with two bullets in his chest. This story has now turned personal. Having his cop brother check on some nicknames Ricky gave him triggers a visit from the DEA. Cooper now knows he’s onto something big and he can’t turn back…

“Do you want to get another dog for you?” My mom says to me when I look back outside. All I can do is just sit there and shake my head yes.

Then a quiet voice out of the darkness spoke. Quiet, yet confident. It was so sudden, so unexpected, even the demons surrounding them were taken aback. Zoey could tell because they had a look of surprise on their face. But it instantly faded and turned into a malicious grin.

"Yawn" Joe yawns while rolling his eyes. "This is fucking boring why are we doing this?" Joe whispers to Pete; Pete shrugs.

“Viola, darling, could you give me my purse?” A pursed pair of pouting lips smiled devilishly at Viola. “Of course, Auntie Lola.” “Thank you, dear.” Lola blew a kiss to her from the sofa as she took the purse from her niece. “Are you making a trip with Duke to the cemetery this afternoon?” “I’m thinking about it. He’s got some flowers to put on his grandfather’s grave, and I think Mother may need some new flowers too.” “Ah. Well, dear, Pearl and I are going out to the picture show this evening. Do pick up some dinner while you’re out, hm?” “Yes, Auntie. Do you know if Dad’s flowers need changing too?” “Not sure, love. I’d check. Just make sure you and Duke get dinner before you come back.”

I walked through the familiar doorway of Microsoft on a brisk Thursday morning. I made my way to my office and sank into the new desk chair I had bought the day before. The rain pitter-pattering on the windows and the cool air made my morning much more relaxing than it usually would be thanks to some of my coworkers. Since I had my own office to myself after my promotion, I didn’t have to deal with all of their remarkably unintelligent comments. The morning seemed to fly by. Eventually the sun started to peek out of the stormy coulds, shining light on the water droplets still stuck on the window. This reminded me I should probably go get lunch sometime. Seeing as the sun was out, that meant it should be around 11:30 according to the

I woke up early, as is in my routine as a royal guard. I quickly made my way to my mirror to comb my hair. Parting it one-third to one side and the other two-thirds to the other. I smiled in pride at my master piece of hair.