Lucille Ball

her reflection in the silver plated mirror on her wall, she is dolled up in an off-the shoulder lilac lace and tulle gown that was tightened up by a applique corset around her waist before it expanded into an organza ball gown that made her nothing but enchanting and the belle of the ball. Twirling around, the gown’s sparkling embroidered beads gleamed against the light, giving the illusion that the auroral, beaming stars in the sky shone against the dark, late evening horizon in her gown. Crumpling

who knew this was going to be one of the scariest nights of our lives. “It’s your turn to bowl!” Alyx exclaimed to me. Everytime I go up to bowl I wait for the same ball to come out of the ball shoot every single time, it’s bright red and only has 3 little holes for my fingers to go into. As I went up to bowl, I grabbed my lucky ball and rolled it down the path like a slippery snake, STRIKE! Right after I had gotten my strike, the bowling alley got a telephone call saying there was a shooting nearby

someone in the backyard. I listened hard for a second, but the noise wasn’t familiar to me. We started heading towards the gate, listening to the barking and laughing, only to find this black blur of a thing running around and playing with a tennis ball. My sister was overjoyed, giggling as though she had just inhaled a tank of laughing gas, and was running around it. My knees began to wobble. The mud in my shoes didn’t seem to bother me anymore. All that bothered me was this thing playing in

“Ira, come help me set up the tree.” My mama called to me from downstairs. “Coming mom!” I replied with excitement. Why was I excited? It was the first day of Chanukah, and we had to set up the New Year’s tree. It was a little tradition of ours. In Europe , where my mom grew up, New Years was a big thing. Some people even put up trees, and my family was one of those people. When I got downstairs, my mom had already put up the tree in the living room next to the TV, but there were no ornament on it

of the leading sports to cause concussions, I believe that soccer players should be able to head the ball at all ages because it takes away from the fundamentals of the game, and it causes the game to feel unnatural to the players while it also causes players to overthink. On February 16, 2016, the United States Soccer Federation declared that no one under the age of 13 was allowed to head the ball because of the staggering concussion numbers that soccer had brought in. A concussion is any trauma

Waking up one Saturday afternoon, Joe looks over to see his girlfriend of two years, Annabeth, expressionlessly staring out their bedroom window. Getting out of the bed, Joe walks over to her. “What’s wrong?” he asks her, while wrapping his arms around her. “It just seems that your roommate, Gil, has been upset since my brother dumped him last fall” Annabeth replies. “Why would you think that?” asked Joe. “He doesn’t acknowledge me when he sees me, and he’s seemed upset for a while” she replied

As we are humans we love the repeated events of life. As evidenced in our most loved literature and shows. The great everlasting mask of what is really behind everything or what really is there. Continuously asking why again, again, and again, never satisfied. Nora from A Doll’s House by Henrik Ibsen provides one of the favorite themes linking her to the Showgirls of Las Vegas, the stuffed animals that roamed the land in the past, and Edna from The Awakening by Kate Chopin. Illusion is what seems

The Game I know this may sound cliche or super basic and that is fine, but the topic of this essay is soccer. Soccer is a game played all over the country by all different kinds of people. It is the world’s game. This game includes a ball, two goals, and eleven players. Those are the facts but there is so much more to it than that. You need passion, drive, competitiveness, and most of all, love. This game triggers all of these things in me and that is the reason why I play it. I want to start

Life of a Superintendent Taking care of a golf course is a great field to go into because supervisors get the winter months off, they only need two years of college minimum, have to be a good supervisor for the crew members, and they have to be self motivated to be a golf course superintendent. There is a bunch of things that superintendents do. One thing they do is mow. Now on a golf course there is a lot of grass and it has to be maintained to a certain height. The greens are mowed lower than

Okuyasu waited outside of your house with a nervous smile, rocking back and forth on his heels. The scene of him asking you out replayed in his head repeatedly, to remind himself yes, this really is happening. The door opened, and you reveal yourself to him, wearing the cutest outfit you could put together. Okuyasu’s mouth dropped in awe of how great you looked, and you smiled, stepping out and locking your door behind you. “So what are we doing?” You ask him. When he had ask you originally, he