Giggles

Peri was in shock as a single hair from her head was cut free of her body. Her eyes could see the movements of the princess but it did not mean that she could keep up the with the speed that she was using. But she was not scared or shaken she was happy that the princess she chosen to follow was so strong. It made things so clear for her now that she was right to turn her back on the princess brother. He would bring only more war to the kingdom but this woman near her would bring peace to the world

old school friend. I haven’t seen since I graduated high school. We just traded back questions and questions about life, he seemed to be doing well. “Can you still mind read?” saying that with a tiny giggle on the side. “Hah, no I just thought I could mind read,” saying this also with a giggle. Trying to go along with him, not letting him know I’m lying. We said our goodbyes and left. Then suddenly, I heard someone mentioning my name, saying I could read minds. Following him putting a good distance

The first time Simon heard Raphael giggle it was because they were arguing. "fledgling I'm trying to work" Raphael sighed looking up at the young vampire sitting on the edge of his desk, kicking his legs making his heels smack into the desk with an annoying thump every time his leg fell back. "okay yeah, you keep doing that, anyways as I was saying-" "Simon." "- Batman is so much better than Superman because-" Raphael clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes closed. If Simon didn’t shut up

school my sister and I would always find something, be it a phrase, word, or just a very strange idea that made us giggle until our mom started laughing at the mere sight of us rolling on the floor in tears. These words cycled at a rate of a new word about every month. One of the first words evoking laughter was “pickle”. It was a simple word, but at that point it was enough to make us giggle. Don’t ask me why, but five-year-old me got a kick out of the word. I would get off the bus from a long, three

me, my stomach twists and turns and is filled with desire for Piper. Her gorgeous, silky blonde hair flows side to side when she walks. When she struts past me, I can smell the sweet aroma of her perfume. I love listening to the way she talks and giggles. Piper is the girl of my dreams. I want to ask her to be my girlfriend because I believe that we would be the best couple of Whitney High School. Or even the best couple in all of California. "Logan catch the football!" I faintly hear my father scream

will calm my stomach from the ferocity of starvation". My mom said grumbling. As they go to bed both of the have a uneasy feeling of lightheadedness but shake it off and go to sleep. "That's why I'm scared of storms I said to my grandson as he giggles his way to sleep. I wake up one quiet eerie morning to the sound of my parents yelling and screaming. "Shawn....Shawn?!" my Pa yells from the other side of the house. "Another one is coming hurry in the closet" my mother shouted

Mitch wakes to the sun shining brightly through his window onto his face and the sound of birds chirping outside. He groans loudly and turns onto his side, his back to the window, throwing a large pillow over his face to block any and every trace of sunlight shining through into his room. He’s not a morning person. He lays in bed trying to decide if he should get out of bed and be productive or if he should just give himself a little break and fall back asleep. He chooses the latter. He deserves

our parents. I spent a lot of my time there, making up games and singing songs of nonsense. What else was there to do? Boredom necessitates creativity. In the summer, I can see toys strung out upon the grass and hear the never-ending screams and giggles of joy from my siblings and I. I can see two men with hair colored like salt and pepper groaning as they lift up the last boards completing the sturdy swing set they built complete with three swings and a basil green slide. I hear the squeak of the

What is diversity ? Well, to me , diversity is embrace differences between people and respect and evaluate other as an individual and not as a whole. As an Asian female raised in the U.S by an immigrant mother, I was fortunate enough to have never encounter a racist comment or act towards myself or anyone else around me. Until today, November 10, 2016, two days after Trump got elected. Like any other weekend, I would sometimes traveled to UMD (also a school that I was looking into) to visit my boyfriend

You would always pretended not to notice the smiles and giggles from girls, when you walked by, and I loved you even more for that. Know they've found new beautiful faces to smile and giggle at because you are gone. I, however, can not smile or laugh because you were the reason for my smile and the cause of my laughs, but your brilliant smile is now dust. I refuse to talk