Dozen

Imagine that your father just died. You miss him so much. The death of your father was not an accident. Someone was planning on killing him. Your mom was not torn up about the death of her husband. She ended up marrying his brother. You have dreams about your father and you see his ghost. The ghost tells you how he was killed by his brother. How do you tell your mom that the one she is married to is the person who killed her husband? You want to avenge your dad’s death because you are not happy about

My eyes widen in astonishment to hear we're the ones making her feel nervous, I'm practically quaking in my shoes. With faltering steps, Alice lead us towards the empty sofa, where we sit close together. Though the fire radiates enough heat to fill the room, I feel the chill around us emitting from the ice queen. A set of icy hands holds me to my seat, yet my spontaneous eyes gaze at the curious couple entertaining us this evening. Sitting beside her mother, a feeble man hidden within the shell

"Oh, shut up and come out here! I bet you look beautiful!! I'm sure he will love it!!" your mom almost yelling outside of the dressing room. You were picking out a dress for the wedding and you just couldn't decide what dress fit you. You just wanted everything to be perfect. "It's not that I don't like it... I just feel like it's not wedding material enough." you said while coming out of the dressing room; showing your mom the dress, twirling in a circle to see in different viewpoints. "Oh honey

Merlin, I never read this email, because I knew it was more of your lies and a total waste of time. Nevertheless, you deserve a response. Let’s see who starts problems. 1. I discussed something with you over email and then next day the professor talked to me terrified. Who told anything to the professor? Consequently, who is twisting things and creating trouble? How did she find out I had talked to you? Who approach her? 2. From my first email “she told me you had told her that he had fever in

“Remember this morning when I said I couldn't play that well and I've been practicing since I was 10” “yeah, I remember.” “Well i still won when I fought your aunt Jenna. Oh, honey don't you remember when you were about five of so and we went to see her in that mental hospital on her deathbed.” “Yes, dad I remember that as well.” “The point is that you have a gift and it can only get stronger. If you can play the Chopin Scherzos right now just imagine the things you could do in a couple of months

I rode through as fast as I possibly could the darkness creating an eerie bubble around the valley, making it seem like it was constantly just after sundown. I rode and rode, then I heard the howls of beasts that scared me so much I nearly fell from my saddle. I looked behind me and saw a mass of what looked like giant wolves with the manes of lions. I kicked Trillium and galloped as fast as I could. I realized that I could not outrun these beasts, but I also realized how much Trilliums hooves were

How to Learn How to Play Dominoes Ask your dad if he wants to play dominoes. You have seen the case on his mantle for years and have never had the courage to talk about it. He might actually be real competition. He agrees. Sit down at his small glass coffee table, you on the floor and him on the couch. “Okay, so first you have to shuffle the dominoes like this,” he says and proceeds to demonstrate while you watch. Well, this is awkward. Quickly, school your face into a mask of attentiveness

The room smelt of sick and death. It clung to all in the room like a living demon, mocking the grievers. Heavy dark curtains were drawn shut blocking out the summer’s day behind them and only a few scattered candles were lit. The room felt smaller than it was in the dark and the large furniture only added to the tightness. The air was stuffy for all the occupiers though no one made a comment. On the couch nearest the door sat three young girls. Dressed in fine clothes and perfect posture they remained

“Unless to spy my shadow in the sun/And descant on mine own deformity:/And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,/To entertain these fair well-spoken days,/I am determined to prove a villain/And hate the idle pleasures of these days” (Shakespeare I.i.26-31). William Shakespeare’s Richard III depicts Richard, Duke of Gloucester’s, rise to power through means of manipulation, dishonesty, and violence. His actions lead to the eventual deaths of himself and those he seized power from. Based on

“Jed,” she said, alcohol and drugs are a symptom of a culture that violate human ethics for the sake of profit.” “What has that to do with Vietnam,” I asked? “When you kill humans for profit, you are asking the soldier to kill at the expense of his own soul.” “What has my soul to do with it,” I asked? “Let’s not dodge the point,” she said, “If you continue on the way you’re going, you will become an alcoholic or an addict. What chance do their souls have to be pain free.” “I don’t think that