Where My Heart Is

Rebecca's step-mom walked into the room where she found Rebecca intensely analyzing her old, worn photo albums yet again. She felt a moment of hesitation, but then decided to ask, "Are you all ready to leave honey? The reservation is for 7:00… and that's in 15 minutes. We better go ahead and get going if we want to make it there in time." Rebecca looked up as if she was caught by surprise. She got along pretty well with her, besides that she was always so concerned about every single thing that…

I was so tired, even attempting to keep my eyes open was a struggle. My whole body was drunk with fatigue after a hard day’s work, constantly staring at a computer screen and typing away as if in a solemn trance. My bony white hands, their blood frozen by the bitter winter frost were clutching to the steering wheel like a helpless man gripping the edge of a cliff, desperately holding on picturing his fate. My brain wanted to give in, to remain in the lapses of sleep that I kept drifting in and out…

I could feel my waist shrinking as Maggie pulled on my corset rambling on about how beautiful she was going to make me look. As she gave the final tug I felt as if my ribs would crack in to if I dared try to breathe. I shut my eyes forcing myself to take small gasps as I forced my body to mold to the corset. "Maggie just loosen it a little, I am afraid I will faint from suffocation" whispered to my ditzy maid. She grumbled, but gave in and loosened the corset to where I could breathe normally before…

and it was hijacking my soul. My heart had become its own planet spinning on its axis too fast for me to feel my the floor below me and I still don’t know how I kept my balance, especially to the point of dancing the night away with the girls, as Mr. Wonderful watched. Something was missing; since moving back to Southern California every attempt made to court me had made me literally sick to my stomach. There was a strong sensation in my stomach under the weight of my heart, twirling on its axis…

1013 Composition 1 September 16, 2010 My Broken Heart I have a lot of wonderful memories from my childhood. Some of the best memories were the times I spent with my dad. He was a wonderful man, a gentle giant. His hands were strong and calloused, but his touch was as soft as his heart. He was the brightest star in the center of my universe. The day he died was the day my heart soul were irreparably broken. The bright star burned out for eternity, leaving my universe dark and depressing. I remember…

Burry My Heart At Wounded Knee by Dee Brown Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee is a historical narrative of the atrocities that Native Americans were forced to endure during the nineteenth century, primarily focusing on western tribes. This will be an in depth book report/ summary on what went on in this book, the primary focus, and the minor details. The strengths and weaknesses will also be stressed in this report along with an extensive analysis and evaluation. Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee provides…

There was a time in my life that four walls and a roof over my head didn't mean much to me. I am therefore surprised to see how much joy and fulfillment I have experienced from something I never thought I wanted. The stereotypical American dream of owning a home and raising a family had never been what I pictured myself doing, let alone finding any type of fulfillment in it. My dreams were to travel the world and try new things; things that no one had ever achieved before. I wanted to see things…

Prairie Town Margaret Laurence describes the basis of her views on the world in her autobiographical essay “Where the World Began” to represent Canada. She states that her small prairie town constitutes the way she has formed her views. She uses the microcosm of her small town to show Canada's growth as a country through her childhood memories , the seasons of her small town, and where you are raised affects your perspective on the world. Just as Canada is a child of Uncle Sam and Lady Britannia…

The Four Corners of My Heart When you’re with people that care about you and show you that they love you, it’s the best feeling in the world. Well when I was growing up, my family provided that love and support and it was all I needed to be entirely happy. Every year our tradition would be going to Florida for Christmas and spending it with my aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents. I always looked forward to seeing them every year and that’s what kept me going inside. We all shared…

the dungeon?” Carmello asks turning the Benz off. Mya shakes her head no. “The dungeon is the heart of my empire. It’s the hive and those workers you saw is my busy bees making the honey that goes on the streets. I needed you to see my operation in the raw. Remember, I said I was molding you?” “Yeah.” “I want you to be with me long term, but I gotta be able to trust you with everything, even my life if it comes down to it.” Black was staring straight into Mya’s eyes with a serious intensity…