Look Homeward

The girl, laying in her warm bed, was staring. She was staring up at the ceiling, this happened every night, a bed was supposed to give comfort yet it makes her anxious. She had only moved to her new house in a secluded part of her neighborhood, and only a week in strange things started to occur. Something was here and it wasn’t playing games, she knew it wasn’t after the first incident with *it.* The girl had finally moved everything into her house, exhausted from the work and doing it alone. She

I could think of nothing but the beautiful red thing, and how it would look around my neck. I went back to our shanty still thinking of the necklace. While having boiled rice and potatoes at night I told my mother and sister in law about the pretty necklace. How the red stones were set in shimmering silver, how it glistened

the sunday paper had a look of sadness and despair. Today is March 1st, 2017 and still people are upset about the new president. I just can’t believe that so many people are still mad about the new president. “Wow.. what a surprise… another article on the rioting. Rioting on the streets. Security in Washington D.C. is low and the police force is spread out thin because of all this. If I were someone living in Washington I would move out. Why did I ever move here. Look at this. Artifacts are

“Look, I know who you are, you are that one secret assassin,,are you not?” “What assassin, sir?” “I knew it, take him away this instant before he causes anymore damage!” The other guards came to pull Barry away and put him a jail cell. He didn’t know what

cold-hearted truth act upon it, and let us get on with our short and glum lives. Blitzboomer finishes this debate by his signature catchphrase “politics is a slaughterhouse and this debate is a bloodbath to the victors belong the spoils.”      Denmark may look like a chocolate-box on the inside, but on the outskirts, it has been poverty-stricken. The alleyway has a foul stench. People are like raisins with scrunched bodies cuddling with each other to get warmth, sneering and eyeing me with fear and envy

too slow. Selison grabs hold of the man and pins him to the ground. “Who are you?!” the young prince shouts. The man chuckles. “Oh, Zalminis. You called me and then didn't tell anyone what I looked like. Poor form.” Selison backs off slightly and looks over to his brother. “Is that true? Is this the person you called?” “Yes. This is the man that will teach you to be king.” “What?” Selison gets off the man and walks over to his brother. “Who is this man? What can he know of Chaos? How can he teach

the beat of that noise. There she saw her. Preeti was playing with a bunch of children in the rain. They were running and jumping all over the place. They almost seemed to dance with the music rain was making, all soaked and drenched. Preeti didn’t look like a girl who found talking a task. She was giggling and making faces. A boy pulled her plait and she ran after him. Both of them slipped in a puddle they hadn’t anticipated. They laughed louder lying all smeared in wet mud while their friends joined

One of the world’s toughest jobs is being a mother. Living in world where there’s many harmful things out there and nothing is predictable, it’s difficult to look out for one’s wellbeing, let alone another person’s. Growing up, my mother would watch me as I played outside because she knew that there were a lot of things that could happen to me, so she felt as though it was her job to protect me from those misfortunes. One could only imagine the hardships affiliated with being a mother during enslavement

2a: The computing innovation represented by my computational artifact is Amazon Echo. Making life at home more simplistic and enjoyable represents the intended purpose of the Amazon Echo. Amazon Echo functions by being able to control lights in the house, the temperature, play music, and order a pizza, all with the sound of an individual's voice. The individual before giving the Amazon Echo a command has to say “Alexa”, (also the personal assistant), or “Hey Alexa.”, then proceed by telling Alexa

I felt better and I embraced them. I was so happy until they caught me. They called me a monster and that I was a demon. Many people couldn’t believe that I did those horrendous acts since of how I looked but looks can be deceiving. It was funny that they called me the devil and how I look didn’t match how I acted. I remember when they asked me in court if I had any last words before I am sent away. I looked them straight at the camera and said, “The Devil is real, and he is not a little red man