Ciara

In a time that was not that long ago, in a village that wasnt that far from this one. There live a young boy, Skylar, and his parents. They lived the hardworking life of farmers. They worked from sunup to sundown, only stopping to eat a simple lunch of bread and water. On there good days they may even have the luxury of an apple. Skylar’s parents could not afford to pay help while Skylar was in school, and he told them that he did not want them to struggle for him. So he never went. This devastated

After I confessed , I blacked out due to a blow on the head from a short man. The mocking police officers took me into a compact, windowless , musty room that looked like it has been there since the dawn , or maybe even earlier, of time. Inside the room, two officers loomed over me. One dwarfed with almost white hair. He was shorter than me while I was sitting down , and he had a gray greasy beard with a unfriendly personality. He was quite plump and had a long nose similar to Pinocchio.

Once upon a time... I was studying. That 's how I believe it all started anyway. It was late in the evening, and I was studying for my French test. I know, the language of love, supposedly. Well, for some reason this magical language hasn 't done much for me in the last three months. My name is Arianne and I 'm a nineteen-year-old Harvard student. My major is foreign studies and I literally have absolutely no social life. That 's right, no life. Does that seem strange to you? A student who goes to

I open my eyes at the sound of someone’s voice. I know that voice-- it’s… “Ugh! Sylvia! Did you seriously think you were going to win that fistfight against Tammy Williams?!” my best friend Eileen says standing over me as I lay down on the concrete of the school basketball courts. Everything hurts as I try to get up from being unconscious for god knows how long. As I get up, and Eileen hands me my backpack. She told me Tammy jumped me after me “talking trash” about her, which I didn’t do. So you

It’s getting dark outside and cooler too, I went downstairs to get my older brother so we could finish the vlog, but Caleb laid on the couch unresponsive. As I called his name while walking down the stairs, I realized something was wrong. “Caleb” I yelled tears pouring out of my eyes as I found him, not breathing. He was dead. My best friend, my brother, the only person who made me really happy, was gone forever. I couldn 't imagine what I was going to do without him. I loved him more than anyone

The silence of the night was broken by a scream. She passed out of exhaustion but she was successful, she had pushed the baby out of her and now it was the newborn child’s turn to disturb the peace. Halfway around the world there was another scream but it wasn’t followed by good news. A man had been murdered and his mother fainted on seeing his corpse. *** Felton wasn’t really interested in Halloween. And in a town like Salem where crimes were rare, the uniform was as good a costume as any. His

Profile picture was him and a surfboard - this man looks tall, dark, and handsome - a must meet! He states he is artistic and currently in between Jujitsu careers (oh boy, first red flag). I shake it off, considering myself as being way too judgmental; stop it Tammy - We move forward with the 'meeting' - Big Sur is 5'5 with work boots on and soft-spoken - slightly balding, strands poke through, here and there, like piglet hair. Definitely not a match - now what? Must fill an hour's worth of bullshit

Beginning It was a dark and gloomy day. Once again Alex was home alone drowning in his own solitude. His parents were working, and his brother, Angel, was god knows where. “Screw it. I'm gonna drink alone I guess.” Alex found the key to the drawer, in which his parents kept the alcohol. Without hesitation, he got the biggest bottle and went off into his room to help with his desolate mood. Alex loved listening to Phora For some odd reason, he always caught himself reminiscing about his best friend

The Chaser Alan strode out the door just as skittish as he was when he walked in. He went over his plan in his head a countless amount of times. He was meeting Diana for dinner that night. He was going to put the potion into her wine. Diana wasn’t aware that Alan had such a tremendous admiration for her. He was strolling along, almost to the restaurant when a bluebird swooped down and snatched the love potion from Alan’s grip. “Ah-ah-oh you come back here bird! That’s mine!” shrieked

In his book And Still We Rise, Miles Corwin wrote about how he was researching a homicide in South-Central. During the homicide a boy was shot by gangbangers. The detectives thought he was another gangbanger but they realized he wasn’t. He was a junior at high school and was in the gifted program. After the homicide, Miles Corwin decides to write this book because we wanted to write not only about gangbangers but also about other children who wanted to succeed and had to overcome obstacles in life