April 2005

Mariano Rivera is a previous solid working retired baseball player, he wants people to respect others no matter what. He also doesn't want anybody take anything for granted. For example, one of his statements is, “Don't worry about what the people say; be yourself say what you want to say with respect.” In this statement he is telling people to respect whoever, even if they are saying negative statements about you. Don't take their words harmful treat them like a normal person. Another, from

The room was filled with a deep, deafening unbroken silence for many minutes after, nobody moved, or even dared to utter a single noise. We heard the crashing noise of many supports and other structures falling from their support and as I moved towards the entrance, trying to open the door, it wouldn’t move an inch, clearly having been blocked by a pillar of wood and stone. “Father, Mikra, I need some help, I just don’t want to sit here because if we do, we’ll most likely die from oxygen loss.”

Someone dies every second of the day and in that second, their world dies with them. Making your mark on this world can happen in different ways. Everyday we talk to someone and don't take under consideration that we can either make their day better or make it worse. With this being said, I believe that we do not have to be well known to mark the world. Someone who is in our life right now considers us their world. The day that I die, I hope people will be talking about the way that I have impacted

Akaashi pulls out his phone while watching Kenma beat down on Arato. Arato wasn't fighting back, however. It was quite startling. Akaashi was sure that he would've attacked Kenma too, but he didn't. He wasn't. He seemed to be refusing to. Akaashi calls Bokuto who answers his phone immediately. "Hey, Bokuto-san, big problem," Akaashi says before Bokuto can even inch a word it. "Uh, what?" He asks, obviously confused. "You do know what the rare eagle people are, right?" "Yeah, they're like us

I hate school. It’s especially hard when you have ADHD and dyslexia. Alas, only a couple of years left in high school. I am a junior at Galvadon High School. Just let me tell you, it sucks. Thank goodness I have Christmas break coming up. even though it’s gonna a be yet another Christmas without a dad. It’s been sixteen years, and every year is the same, no dad. Over the years I’ve learned to cope with him never showing up, but in my heart every Christmas Eve I hope for a miracle. It doesn’t phase

The eminent piece of metal glittered in the suns light. It was a fine piece of metal, light in weight, and refined giving it a radiant glow in the blanch snow. Anna and Tommy ambled down the hill toward the piece of metal where Matt was standing. "Anna, Tommy! This looks like fancy piece of jewelry." "I call dibs!" yelled Anna in delight as her casual step turned into a quick pace. "Like you would wear something that fancy Anna." smirked Tommy. Anna placed the necklace in her palm, then studied

If people could just understand – really understand –what goes on in the mind of someone who has received a cancer diagnosis, things would be different. Alas, this level of understanding seems to be ever-elusive. What they do not realise is that what they are seeing on the outside does not always marry up with what's happening on the inside. It is possible that people can not relate to it until it happens to them. I have stage 4 advanced metastatic prostate cancer, and many continue to tell me that

I winced as Peyton yanked me along, pulling us into the kitchen. "Get the hell out!" She ordered at the drunk couple smooching on the counter, roughly shoving them along and slamming the door closed. "What's wrong with you?!" I grunted, tearing my wrist from her grasp. "What's wrong with me?" She asked, completely astonished. "What the hell is wrong with you, are you crazy?!" "Crazy? You're the one acting like a psycho!" "Maybe that's because I've been searching for you for over an hour!" She

On weekends, groups of Italian boys piled out of Milan-licensed Range Rovers. They unloaded skis, pulled on Dolomite ski pants and down jackets and trudged up to the slopes. There were a few Australians from the local youth hostel skiing in jeans. The girls watched them all, fascinated by which one was going to get the first kiss. All over St. Moritz, there was a parade of fur coats, fancy dogs, expensive SUVs and snowmobiles careening through the pines. “Today, let’s just get away from the

Suddenly the voice of Antonia, the Latin woman from the third door, echoed in my head: A toad! In my country, that is not a good; it means there bad spirits inside. "Maybe it's not really a toad," I said suddenly. "Not a toad?" Gemma repeated, confused. "You know—the old man, he could transform into a crow, what if he is now a toad." Even listening to myself, I sounded insane. Gemma's expression turned grave. "Well...I don't know that it is or not,” she said, clearing her throat, “but I thought