Dozen

“Johnny! Please hurry up, supper’s almost ready!” said Mom. Johnny Victon is a 13 year old boy who has blond hair and green eyes. Johnny and his Mom live in Lime Springs, Iowa. “Ok, Mom I’ll be right there, I’m feeding Jack.” Johnny loved his dog Jack. He was a big, chocolate lab. “Well please hurry, you know, your father would have made you come faster!” Said Mom. Johnny’s Dad used to work at Lidtke Mill and he had recently passed away because of cancer. Johnny has been depressed ever since his

Following her usual route to Grandmother’s house she kept a constant vigil, as the woods had become more treacherous over the years. The local trappers and lumberjacks told tales of shadows moving independently and the trees showing a more menacing visage, so far their stories were proving accurate. Red even noted that the woods seemed denser than before, the tree branches creating a canopy that completely blocked out the afternoon sun, making it seem as if even the sun offered no sanctuary in these

“Sophie! I won’t tell you again.”     I opened an eye to see Mom pulling back the curtain across the window in my bedroom. Outside, an oval moon hung low in a midnight blue sky. Almost full, I thought automatically. We’d been learning about the moon’s cycles at school.     “It’s still night,” I complained as I pulled the quilt over my face and snuggled back into my pillow.     “It’s half past seven,” Mom replied, resting on the edge of my bed. She folded the quilt back and kissed my forehead.”Come

Jim’s see himself as not ever going to get A’s this can be from low self-esteem. He does not have faith in himself that he could do it with the right amount of help and studying. He also self-doubts his ability to do better, he believes his parent’s expectations are unrealistic due to not having faith in himself. Jim has himself so convinced that no matter how much he studies it won’t ever be enough, this could be due to his father. “People elevate our self-concept when they admire our strengths

My life in the country was simple; I did not have to work as a paperboy, my father was actually alive at that time, and I got to see my mother more often. My life is very different now because of the war. It was November 11, 1918. School was canceled everywhere and the streets were crowded with people of every race cheering. I was excited until I remembered my father playing baseball with me before the war even started. “Nice catch,” he would say as I snagged the pop-up. He enlisted right

“He is in prison. We have not made it public that he took money from Yashpal to send you with him. We understand it will malign your life forever. But we would like to tell you something very important. Which we think you should know” “What is it about?” “It is about your mother.” Stream of tears flowed from her eyes. Word “MOTHER” has become emotionally painful for her. “If you are not OK then we can talk about it later on” He wanted to change the topic looking at the emotional breakout of her

A man can only justify his actions if he regards his demeanor with deductive thinking. This man was not Oedipus mainly because he was a fu**ing douchebag. One must know who Oedipus was to understand the period in which it was written. This is my thesis statement. The Greeks contributed many things to our culture, such as olives, gyros, Lenny Kravitz, anal sex, and Oedipus. Oedipus will be remembered though out time because he suffered from Lou Gehrig's disease, and that's why he couldn't play base

“Callie wake up, it’s time for you the feed the horses!” yelled Jenna “Okay Mom” she replied. Callie walked out of the old farmhouse door that led to a 200-acre farm. Callie had a passion for riding horses and barrel racing had been in her family for over 75 years. Callie’s family has lived in Oklahoma forever. She loved living on a farm and wouldn’t trade it for anything. When she reached the barn she feeds her horses and returned to the house to check in with her mother.“Mom the horses are fed

The driver opened the door and I walked out the limo holding onto Anniara’s hand. I wrapped my arm around her waist as we walked to the entrance of the hotel where the party was taking place. The hall was filled with people. Some which I recognised to be Anniara’s parent’s friends and colleagues, others I’d never seen in my life. I grabbed a glass of champagne from the waiter passing by and took a long sip. “Hi there,” I turned around to see Anniara’s father’s annoying business partner. He was

Nimble fingers swiftly graze across the bound leather book sitting in my lap as I look out the window; watching the sunny day slowly get darker due to the dark clouds covering the sun, causing a certain darkness to cast over Boston. It would be raining soon, I had been certain of that. "You should put that book away, darling, your step mother would not want to see that in your possession." My father will say as he approaches me, words spoken softly and concern in his eyes. The mention of my step