Do You

my fault? What had I done? Nobody talked to me anymore, I had no friends. Well, I lost most of my closest ones. I knew it was time to switch the page and move on, but I couldn’t. Everything I did, said, or even heard that mentioned anything having to do with my old perfect life would bring flashbacks from past moments and thinking everything was over was the worst. I just wish I could disappear, never come back, or even, move away. I just hate ,my life, the life it had become. Everything used to be

to the boy. “He knew that the child was his warrant.” (page 5) which is in reference to the child provides him with a reason to live. Throughout the rest of the novel this bears out. The man puts the boys needs before his own, everything he seems to do is out of consideration of the boy. Furthermore, the man continues to protect the boy. “The man had already dropped to the ground and he swung with him and leveled the pistol and fired from a two-handed position balanced on both knees at a distance

happened between us you would think damn he hates her or just wow he’s finally over her. Well no he isn’t, he still “loves” me and at this point it’s exhausting being “loved” by someone that truly never cared. Young love sucks ass. It’s been so long and me and him are still fighting over the same stuff that happened a year ago. We fought everyday and night and it always just left me crying in the middle of the night while the words/phrases such as “This is all your fault/this is on you this time” and

Love on the Road Love is an essential in anybody’s life, it’s a basic necessity and something everybody strives for. Love gives us all a purpose and The Road, written by Cormac McCarthy, gives us a deeper understanding of love and how to love others, from the quite inspiring story. The Road, is about a father and son walking alone along Burned America. They face critical weather conditions, as well as many monstrous people along their journey to the coast. All they have is each other and a pistol

Violence is all around us, and sometimes it’s right in front of you. The violence in my life is in front of me. This violence isn’t physical, but instead verbal and through social media’s. The violence happens at my lunch table and online like Instagram or texting. I think violence is wrong and hurtful because it can make people cry or think badly of themselves. I have seen some of my friends cry, and I do my best to help them and tell them that the person being rude to them is insecure. The

conversation. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Branden skipped off to go find food. “Who was that?” I inquired with a raised eyebrow. “That was Branden Busby. He is extremely obsessed with you.” Seth flatly replied. “What?! Are you serious?” My mind buzzed with curiosity. “Yes, but I want you to stay away from him. He is creepy.” I obeyed with the nodd of my head, and we both walked off to class together. *** Later that night on my bed, wrapped in a soft, warm blanket I sat, pondering “How

All Of You When you love someone, you have to love someone whole. You can never love bits and parts of someone and say “I love you.” When you tell someone you love them, you are speaking to their whole being. You are saying “I love YOU,” which tells me that you can’t fully love a person in parts. The highest form of love knows all of the deep roots of the person and loves them anyway, forgives them anyway, and accepts them as they are anyway. Love is when nothing is hidden, when you accept

A clever woman once said, “Only crime and the criminal, it is true, confront us with the perplexity of radical evil; but only the hypocrite is really rotten to the core.” The story of Oedipus is a genuinely complex one, including inexplicable accounts of patricide and incest; malefaction. Oedipus was a ruler, a king, he was a driven and motivated man who put his all into all that he did, but is a social status enough to cover a crime? Within an act unknowingly of incest, Oedipus took the

blurted. I wasn’t even going to finish my thought. Whatever I could think of wasn’t nearly as bad as what she had just said. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Your dance recital is at 5:00 and soccer is at 5:30.” “Oh.” A pessimistic look scribbled across my face. How could this have happened? My mom never made mistakes like this. Especially the day of! “What do you want to do?” She asked. I paused for a moment. “Soccer.” “Okay, start to get ready.” I walked away from the kitchen feeling satisfied with my

Say someone comes up to you, and insults you, right in your face. What would you do? Many would probably say they would fight, yell, or shun said person. But, what does that help? As Martin Luther King Junior once said, “Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” In this day and age, many believe war and division is the only way to achieve peace; Although it seems that way, unity is a solution many can see, but cannot truly achieve, as it is a rare occurrence. In the short story “Interlopers”