My Foolish Heart

Relive my father’s last moments? Feel my own body ripped apart? This is the nature of the tracker jacker venom, so carefully created to target the place where fear lives in your brain. When I finally do come to my senses, I lie still, waiting for the next onslaught of imagery. But eventually I accept that the poison must have finally worked its way out of my system, leaving

people could kill him for his fur. Whenever he save someone he always remind the person not to expose his existence. However, one day he was eating grass when he heard... Zoey: “Help! Someone help me! All the gods in the world, I have worshipped you all my life

week and Sarah's only 11” I realized that we would have to sneak out so when we were done Sarah and I quietly snuck out while the parents were distracted discussing things I wasn't paying attention to. When we were finally at the library I went to get my books and Sarah got her’s so after we signed out Sarah was acting weird saying she wanted water every 3 minutes, pausing for a break and then I was going to look behind me and there she was on the ground she fainted. Luckily a stranger was near so I

is the moment he felt like the world was falling into place. He could be saved. Then he heard his friend’s voice. “Hello, is someone on here?” said a higher pitched voice “I’m going by the shipwrecked island and was looking for someone to talk to on my journey.” Rainsford quickly picked up the microphone and

to take her normal walk in the field, a dragon flew to her window. “Excuse me princess, but I would like to build my cave in the field right here. For I have spent many nights, cold without a shelter. I promise I won’t take up too much room

be ok? Would she even survive? My nerves were out of control; my heart was beating through my chest, you could literally see it thumping through my top. The beads of sweat racing down my forehead, as if I was in the middle of the Safari dessert. I have been an athlete my entire life, yet I have never felt so physically drained. I look around, my eyes opening, then closing; as if I am coming in and out of consciousness, then suddenly echoed words begin to ring around my ear drums….” Sir…...sir, can

The film Toni Braxton, Unbreak My Heart is a condensed memoir sharing personal, public, and musical life events throughout the American songstress Toni Braxton career. The producers do an exceptional job at detailing the events at the start of Braxton's career, her strong connection with her family, and the challenges she faced. Toni Braxton's professional life, family connection, and music label challenges are some of the few things this straight-forward yet engaging, informative and drama-filled

white like the white pearl and her eyes returned to the original color which looked like the sea. The doctor saw her and said: “You are so beautiful. I never ever met a girl as pretty as her in my life. What is your name dear?” Cordelia said: “Cordelia. Thank you for take care of me. You saved me, doctor. My friends you guys saved me.” At the moment the doctor heard her name, he said: “That is perfect name for you. Cordelia means daughter of the sea and the color of your eyes look like the sea and

selling book “Bury my Heart at Wounded Knee - An Indian History of the American West“ was written in 1971 by Dee Brown. It is a textbook account of much of the Native American experience in the era of European contact through the western expansion years early in United States history. It is comprehensive to a point, it does not completely tell the history of every tribe that had contact with the white people and the American government. What it does cover, to the best of my knowledge, is historically

He’s not the Eastman you know... Charles Eastman was an influential man. He set high standards for the men of his time. He developed and progressed several organizations that we still have today. He set the tone for developing a equal and empowering time of Indian rights, Indian literacy, and Indian medicine. Eastman strived to give back to the communities by helping them grow and succeed. Charles Eastman was born on February 19, 1858 near Redwood Falls, Minnesota, and he died in 1939. His mother