Inigo Jones

On March 21st, 1990 Glenn Randall and Steve Smith began their fatal walk in the Oregon woods. Glenn has been working for National Geographic since he graduated from college 19 years ago. Steve, Glenn's lifelong best friend, had just recently joined his team. Their newest project is to capture pictures for this month's issue. The men has just witnessed a rare brown pelican snatch a copper rockfish out of a nearby waterfall. “Hurry Steve! Get a picture!” Glenn shouted in a panic. “Susan is going to

As Kagome sat on her bed listening to her best friends, Sango and Rin as they were going on and on about the greatest party of the year next Saturday night. "Come on Kag-chan you know you want to go to the party with us." Sango teased as Rin giggled. Kagome rolled her eyes; "I don't want to go knowing him and his friends will be there" Sango sighed and stood up. "So what it's not like they are going to be looking for us, well Bankotsu is going to be looking for his girl" She smiled evilly at Rin

The sickly sweet smell of hot summer air is so thick I can almost taste it as it enters my nose and I’m instantly transported back to a little North Carolina college town. The radio and air conditioning start to fade away as I open the car door to the sounds of birds chirping and teenagers chatting. I couldn’t tell what is sweeter the freedom of being out of the car or the ice cream threatening to come back up. I walk around the car to meet mom and she just gives me a look that I know means she can

Bennett Miller was not calm.  He was, in fact, further from calm than he had been since he grew out of his tantrum-throwing phase as a toddler.  He tried to keep himself from letting out a sob as he furiously wiped silent tears from his cheeks.  Ben straightened his red bowtie, but wished he had chosen clothes that were less conspicuous.  He didn’t want to be noticed today.  For the first time in months, he regretted coming out of the closet. Everyone in Mr. Fischer's seventh period geometry class

I woke up on a cold, torn up mattress. I try to stand up, struggling since I was tied to the wall behind me. My head was throbbing and my wrists and ankles burned from the rope. That 's when I heard you walking down the stairs. My heart was pounding out of my chest. You then slowly unlocked the cage. For the first time I couldn’t save myself. You leaned over me, you stunk of stale cigarettes and booze. I knew I could survive the things you would do to me, I just didn’t know if I could ever get out

Before Eleven The police are knocking on my effervescence covered door, a child is missing, and I lost exactly $39.94 along with the dryness and intactness of my clothing. Moreover, I 'm stuck with a hungry dog and only minutes to save my wonderful self. In order to asses such a situation, how about we go back to the beginning? Now is the time to queue the ‘back to the past’ sound effect in your head. Albeit having known the Wattersons for two-thirds of my life, surprisingly, I never babysat them

A Guy In A Red Bandana It was a simple and quiet day in Manhattan, 2001. I Had gotten a new job as a computer personal, 103rd floor of the south tower, World Trade Center. When I had discovered that I was allowed to work at the World Trade Center, I was so excited to be employed there ever since it was constructed. It’s similar to when you finally get to play with your most favorite dream toy, but in this case it is my job. I’ve always wanted to prove to my father that I would be successful ever

October 12th 1902. It was another dreary night in Huntington Pennsylvania. The thunder crashed like plates being dropped on a kitchen floor. The lightning illuminated the night sky bringing light for just a short, brief moment. The house creaked and groaned as if someone were in the very home. And the sound of the neighborhood cats scurrying to find a shelter from the frigid rain. This however did not affect old Zebadiah Hansen, who had gotten used to the old mansions many clamorous noises and had

I woke up on a cold, torn up mattress. I try to stand up, struggling since I was tied to the wall behind me. My head was throbbing and my wrists and ankles burned from the rope. That's when I heard you walking down the stairs. My heart was pounding out of my chest. You then slowly unlocked the cage. For the first time I couldn’t save myself. You leaned over me, you stunk of stale cigarettes and booze. I knew I could survive the things you would do to me, I just didn’t know if I could ever get out

I remember coming home from my preschool as a little shy 3 year old. The day prior, I had painted what I thought was a masterpiece which was a large green dinosaur. I was so eager, I couldn’t wait to show my mom what I had made. Right when I opened the front door, before I could run off to hug my mom, I heard my sisters giggling. Completely ignoring my painting, I tossed it onto the ground and ran up the stairs as fast as my little legs could carry me to where my sisters were. Out of breath, I