I Cried

cheeks as well. It had only been sixteen days since Josef and Anton left. Now as I stood here alone near a shallow gravesite burying the last remaining person I cared for, I had neither very little reason to go on nor the strength to say goodbye to yet another. “Ruhe in Frieden.” The priest’s hollow words of peace moments earlier produced a sour taste in my mouth as I fought the urge to insult an ordained man of the cloth. I knew he spoke more from obligation than attachment. It

I am Lucy, age 17, not telling last name, and I am an assassin. Right now I am inside headquarters, waiting for my next job. One of the best, I keep a low profile among others. In school i’m more of a loner than a popular person, having finished high school, I have the whole day free from anyone else's control. Suddenly remembering the high school get together is tonight I rushed out and ran home. When I packed everything together I went join the others at Macy’s house. “ Hey! You coming or not?

open your mind to the death of a thousand men." "Boy, you can't run," I call in to the dense woods before me with a devious smile spreading across my face. My hair had knotted at the edges with the thick blood of a victim dying the tips in a pure desperation, and the once silky brown texture had long faded. I had done this so many times that the blood had dyed my hair at the ends and left it a dark red. I smile at the thought. I always kept their blood in my hair as long as possible as if to keep

In life, comprehending the loss and pain that humans face in their lives is challenging without experiencing a part of it or obtaining the opportunity to visualize it. William Minor’s I Cried of Course provides a heart-rending poem that is made strikingly emotional by the utilization of music and moving pictures in electronic format which creates an illustration for the pain people experience from the loss of a loved one. The slideshow consisting of music with lyrics that serve as the poem and old

hatred and walked away. At that moment I knew I messed up. In Trig, she ignored me and sat as far away from me as possible. I didn’t know what to do so I just stayed away. When Friday came, I could finally cheer with the team. Even though I was supposed to be happy, I couldn’t get Destiny out of my head. After the game Niaomi asked if I wanted to go to some college party her boyfriend invited us to, but I decided to just go home. After finally getting home I sat in the car for at least an hour before

I went back into my dorm room. I sat my things down on the kitchen table and turned to the fridge, opening to get a drink of water as I was literally dying of thirst. “Are you my roommate?” I jumped and quickly turned around. My roommate’s appearance that I just met now, has a light brown bob cut, rounded glasses with grey eyes, wearing a casual navy blue dress with a red leather belt. She stood near the table with her boxes and bags and I gave her a calm look, with a gentle smile. “Oh yes, my name’s

Short Story Title Why did you leave me in this world all alone, I thought in horror. “Why,why,why,” I cried angrily. “Why dad, why did you pass away, why!” I screamed in pain and cried in anger. I finally made a decision the person who killed you must feel the pain of no heartbeat and sudden death. I look around the creepy place where tomb stones of people's names carefully crafted in the beautiful gradient blue and green stones.Spiders finding their way through the dry, hard, and crusty

Quezada ¨RING RING¨ I was rushing to get to math class but I was too late. The day before I had spent all day taking care of my little brother Jesus and I wasn't able to do my homework, so I decided to do as much as I could during passing period. I got distracted with a math problem and I lost track of time. “Ms.Jimenez you’re late.”,Mr.Perez said. “Sorry Mr.Perez, it won’t happen again”,I responded. Mr.Perez snickered and murmured something I wasn’t able to hear. During the first

believed in angels, and, because she believed, they existed.” ~ Clarice Lispector I felt like I was trapped in a dream. Not one of the terrifying nightmares I had been having, but a pleasant dream. One where angels danced across the starry sky, the fruit of a flowering shrub flashed like fire, Mother smiled, and Oliver kissed away my tears. But was it a dream, or was I dead? Had I hit my head while I changed the tire? I wasn’t sure. Nothing seemed certain. It was all a blur. Shadows. Murky shapes floating

Post- The boy who cried wolf In the end the townsfolk never did find the rest of that boy’s sheep herd. As a week went by the weeping went with it also, As the boy ever so slowly got over the sheep of his lost herd. He decided to change to not become a liar but, to become a hero and to get revenge upon that wolf. The townsfolk were glad that he had stopped being the ‘Boy who cried wolf’ but, now they were more worried about him than the sheep. He seemed angry as the wolf had ruined his herd