Take My Hand

with a pituitary tumor in my brain, and its massive size was blocking my peripheral vision. My options were straightforward: undergo surgery to remove the tumor, or simply do nothing and wait for medicine to work its magic. Option one was hands down a “no way, José” in my perspective. It was risky and I would need a long recovery period. I did not want anything to interfere with my education. On the other hand, I was haunted by the prospect

goal characters in the book want to achieve. The common goal then leads to conflicts and the story builds on from there. In Treasure Island, Jim Hawkins sets on an adventure to find the treasure. He faces tough competition but in the end does get his hands on the treasure. However, the most important was not his physical treasure. The real treasure Jim Hawkins obtained in Treasure Island is the knowledge and maturity from the experience of the journey. In the beginning of the story, it is very clear

violence and death. We must not forget that the very essence of love is that you cannot control love. It is innate, a reflex if you will, and for everyone the Holy Grail of life. In the prologue, the narrator begins with “A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life;” (prologue 6). The protagonists are being

I stood. watching. Listening. letting the warmth of the moment wash over. the joy filling my soul. she smiled, the air seemed to become lighter. the Sun, brighter. we Set. Hand in hand, heart with heart. alone, moments of joy turn into love. today I walk beside her, watching her. her hair entrancing me. each strand absorbing light, only to reflect it, create an unearthly glow. to me she is beauty. Sweeping me from the darkness. We walk. Each step creating dedication. Each step I wade farther in

you've told me is true my love, we don't— WE-NEG I talked with Satan, and it wouldn't be a shame if his home were full of stone babies. SUE-NEG If he takes your soul, our second chance will end before blossoming higher than the Tree of Dakar. WE-NEG That's what frightens me my precious love, and stop waving your slimy limbs around, please. Burning tears sprang to her eyes. They roll down her cheeks. SUE-NEG I'm sorry, it only happens when excitement strikes them, my love. Sue-neg stops waving

been known for years but it was brought to my attention that I was asked today “ should guns be allowed in public places?”; such as schools, parks and malls. As I was being questioned, it took me a minute answer, I agree gun should be allowed in places but here’s my reasons why. Growing up I always seen my father protect, defend, and honored his family at any cost. So I 'm big on protection. Guns in schools should be allowed but only in the right hands, Parks are dangerous and even though your child

I slowly stuck my hand out to him as he curled his fingers around mine, engulfing my smaller hand in his large one. I slowly retracted my hand as he smirked at me, "What's your name, sweetheart?," he asked me as I shyly smiled and tucked my black waves behind my ear. "Embry," I whispered while looking at our feet. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman," he said, while I scoffed, unbelieving. "Yeah right, me beautiful?," I asked while pointing at myself. He frowned and stepped closer to me,

The story “growing My Hair Again” by Chika Unigwe has a powerful theme that teaches readers to stand up for what they believe in and to not let anyone make you do something that you don’t want to do. In this passage, we learn about a woman who has lost her husband. The women’s mother-in-law acts as if she is in control of the women and can make decisions for her. “‘You should cry louder You sound like you’re mourning a family pet. You are a widow, nwanyi a! Cry as if you lost a husband! Bee akwa

Trying to take my fish off the line The rod could’ve left a blazing line of fire on my arm as it was trying to run away. My vigorous hands held the metal in place, I steadily rotated the reel until the monstrosity was almost in my perspective. “Get the trap ready!” I demanded to my fellow monster hunter. This devil had two deadly, black eyes, each time you saw them, the eyes would swallow you whole. Its razor sharp fin sticking straight out of its back, the fin would flex, and close, leaving

as a usual one for the 6-year-old elementary student I was. Me and my best friend Aaron were known for being class clowns and always having the class laughing, one day we were both play fighting like we were always doing except this time thing took a turn a turn for the worst. While me and Aaron were play fighting I ended slapping him and he would end up pushing me, at the time I did not see a piece of paper laying right next to my foot. As the class would proceed to watch us act like dummies I then