Shrunken head

warm arms of Arizona. My dream was very comforting of course, but it had to end sometime. We woke up still tired, so we went and had breakfast. The motel did not offer much, but it was good enough for now. We get back on the constructed pavement and head straight towards Arizona. I was not looking forward to this ride, but we had to get it over with. Nebraska is a long and boring state, I thought I would never leave the place. After waiting for what felt like a decade, we got to Colorado. After a while

Love War By:Alysa Krieger It was the first day of high school for freshmen Alex Nicole Coline. Alex was just putting on her shoes when the doorbell rang. She tied her shoe and walked over to the door. “AHHHHHH! OH MY GOD!” she yelled as she opened the door. “I thought I was going to meet you over by Rite Aid. Why are you over here?” “ We wanted to walk all together instead of us just waiting for you over by Rite Aid to walk back over her,” Alex’s best friend Rachel told her. “ Wait what do you

myself? I jolted my head back and forth desperately trying to figure out where I was. I heard a voice say, "Hold him down, we are almost there." A sharp pain ran down my back to my feet. All I could see were lights flashing and shadows moving in all directions. The rolling bed that I was on stopped abruptly and a mask was placed over my face. I tried not to breathe, but in less than a second I was unconscious. In no apparent order multiple scenes began to flash through my head. My thoughts turned

I am a girl with two heads. At home, I wear my Chinese head, in school I wear my English head. Being an Asian, or Chinese, as it is commonly referred to, my culture plays a key role in the development of who I am and what I do, my personal identity. An identity is the distinguishing character or personality of an individual. Parents are often one of the key factors of this culturally developed personal identity. “Fortunately, children do not need “perfect” parents. They do need mothers and fathers

room at the Sea Foam motel in Nags Head, NC. After I was finally able to get up from the bed, I woke the children up to get ready so we could leave. We all took showers, packed up all our belongings and headed out. It was well past the check-out time before we left, but the housekeeper just laughed and told us to take our time. We all jumped into the

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 or blow to the head, and some symptoms of a concussion

who was at his door at four in the morning, strangely enough nobody was there. Jack regretted getting out of bed to open the door for something that wasn’t even there. Jack turned around to head back for bed when he noticed the lamp was just suddenly turned back on. “Faulty wire”, sighed Jack. Jack heads over to the lamp stand to turn it back off when he notices all the pages out of his bible ripped out and spread out on the floor behind the stand. Jack was no longer tired, more curious than

stopped, we decided to head back down. The steps were slippery as we walk down and we had to watch our step. As we were about to reach the halfway point, Abby all the sudden loses her footing and regains it. At this point she was running down hill coming straight for me. “JOSH! JOSH! JOSH!” Abby screamed in terror. I turned around just in time see her within 8 feet of me. All the sudden I lowered my shoulder and hit her like a ton of bricks. She lay there holding her head from the impact of the tackle

light was in the room was from a small opening where the ceiling and wall met, covered with bars. Bahauddin had reached for his neck and a sense of anxiousness rushed through his body. There was no metal there, no keys, no nothing. He had peeked his head through the cell bars to examine the lock and everything around him. “Hello?” Bahauddin yelled, waiting for a response. Coughing had came from the cell next to him. “Hello,” he repeated, “who’s there?” “Who are you,” a deep voice started, “and what

she heard what Octavia had asked her. She licked her lips, pushed down on the bottom and began to speak. “It took some time for me to figure out what need to be done to get back down here, to the ground.” She paused, pulling the radio from her lips. Head tilting off to the side as a laugh escaped her lips. Octavia was probably the only living person left who knew that she was the one that wasted 3 months of oxygen and not Finn. She lifted the radio back to her mouth, “We are here now and ready to get