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Of all the grieving days I have suffered, this is the worst. Even the scorching suns pleasant rays and the sweet smelling aroma of heather and fresh cut grass failed to improve my mood that summer afternoon. After passing the signpost for Findhorn, my eyes focused on the only structure up ahead of me. The Black Swan Inn. The Inn stood out like a skyscraper in the scenic Moray countryside. With its white, spotless walls decorated with many brightly coloured hanging baskets and painted lanterns hanging

It was a beautiful day in Miami, Florida. Im Jessica and im 16. It was a regular day at school we had a math test and nothing else special happened. During my fifth period it was hot and in Miami it gets really hot during the summer. I think I started getting dizzy and hit my head on the basketball pole. The next thing I know I wake up but I 'm not in my P.E uniform. I 'm in this blue frilly dress in the middle of the woods. Everything started to change I knew it. When I look back up from looking

How did we get here? “April 1st, 2006” I nervously said to myself, “This is a day I will remember forever.” It was 4:30 A.M. when I got out of bed. I got dressed then went into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, put in my contacts and applied some mascara (I can’t remember a day I haven’t put on mascara). I walked downstairs and into the kitchen where I was going to make a very special cup of coffee. I had purchased a small amount of very decadent, full bodied, Italian coffee thinking

I hold the paper in my hands. It’s crumpling under my grip, but in it I get to live in the footsteps of others. My old dress is wrinkled and torn much like the paper, but I can’t spare the money on a new one. As much as I try to focus on the crinkled piece of paper with scrawly handwriting, I can’t. I just can’t. Tears run down my face and I wipe them away. It has been awhile since I have cried, so long in fact that I was afraid that there was something wrong with me. I push myself up from the old

The Chaos by Nalo Hopkinson is about boy crazy sixteen year old Sojourner, known as Scotch to her friends becuase of her "hot" dancing, living in Toronto, Canada. She had to switch school a couple times due to bullying and people calling her a "slut", but now her life seemed to be going quite well . Her mother, who is a psycologist, is black, and her strict father is white, which always bothered Scotch because she never felt like she was black nor white. However her brother, who is a rapper, always

I generally wondered.... I generally gazed at the stars, once in a while I sobbed and pondered upon the sky for somebody like you. .... A considerable measure of the times I simply hurt more than words can express. More than the tears that have sobbed in distress from my own particular eyes. I hurt. Plain and basically I just totally hurt. I missed being touched, embraced and kissed. My adoration dialects where desert sand with the wind blowing against them and not a single water to be seen. A

Summer of 2015 is when my life took a turn for the worst. I was losing myself, and everyone I’ve ever loved. Feeling alone, empty, and just lost. At one point in my life I was happy, extremely happy. I had friends and close family. I was genuinely complete. I remember all that changing on a Tuesday afternoon after school, in 5th grade, when my mom came to pick me up ,and we went to Mcdonalds after to pick up my sister. My mother was in the front of our little Honda mini van. I was in the back, and

Think back to the first time you experienced heartbreak; Was it when you broke up with your first girlfriend/boyfriend? Was it when a loved one passed away? When I was fourteen, my dog, my best friend passed away and this was my first experience with heartbreak. I had always wanted a dog, a golden retriever, to be more specific. When I was eleven years old my dream came true; I was surprised by my parents with a dog. We became fast friends, getting closer over the years. When Tucker, my fourteen-year-old

“Hi,” A high voice calls from behind me. I twist around to see who it could be. A small boy in a wheelchair is looking up at me with a smile that could light up a city. “Hi!” I respond back with an even bigger smile. He blushes and giggles to himself. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He questions. My heart melts as I reply back with a nod. He pulls me in for a hug and rolls away to tell his friends. I lace up my basketball sneakers and step on the court. Every play I make I hear my new boyfriend

His eyes opened wide, and he yelled, “Drop this! You can't stop this. It's going to happen.” I opened my mouth to argue, but he left. I bitterly kicked the ground and tried to think why he was stopping me. I thought why he was stopping me as I analyzed the pattern. It had starting raining and the inside the cave was starting to turn all damp, but I stayed there. I stared at the pattern, and then ran outside. I stood in the rain feeling helpless. Carlos wasn't helping at all. I went back to the