Take My Hand

material. If we observe a mother and daughter holding hands in a crowded environment, it is considered normal maternal instincts. What would happen in society if we added the fact that the mother is 55 and her daughter is 20 years old? Background I didn’t know how I was going to achieve breaking a norm in society. I was inspired by an old picture when I was young, holding my mother’s hand while walking down the street. I decided to take my mother on a shopping trip to Tanager outlet and river town

be?Murderer or Hero? My fate hangs on the edge of this razor blade. I look at the cool piece of metal in my hand. How can I take this life? Maybe this heartless man does have a family? I stare into the ceiling not thinking clearly. This is my only chance to kill the man who murdered my friend James. I gently set down my razor onto the table and with shaky hands wipe the sweat off my sweaty forehead. I breath in and out. I take my napkin and wipe my hands. Then I pick up my razor and blow off the

near miss car wreck. Nine times out of ten we never remember these incidents, with only stories from relatives to know that they happened. I can remember mine with perfect clarity. At the age of one year old, one day before my second birthday, I sat in my day care with my hands leaning back looking up at the colorful displays. While it is illegal in North Carolina to not have heavy bookshelves mounted to the ground, this day care had chosen to forgo that rule and use them as room dividers. A little

“Injury taught me I need to learn how to face challenges.” –Shawn Johnson. My first varsity wrestling match came in the form of a quadrangular in Miller. I remember it was snowing the whole bus ride there. I was very excited as I felt as though it was going to be a successful night. Everything was going right until I heard the crack, from there I knew, my wrestling season was over. My first varsity match was exciting, but it was nothing special. I prepared

My eyes fall to Thorn and there’s a similar softness gracing her features. She doesn’t blame me either. But it doesn’t matter if they don’t blame me because guess what? We’re still stuck. Caught in a damn mousetrap. One way in, no way out. Loud banging erupts against the door as men try to break it down. The cracking of wood reverberates against the walls. However, above all that noise, something roars even louder. The well. It’s positioned in the middle of the room about forty feet away. Two

me”, I said, “Take a pamphlet and join the fight to end segregation and discrimination...please sir, take a flier, it addresses a very important issue.” The pamphlets are heavy and it is hot outside, so the paper is sticking to my skin. I have been standing on the street corner right outside my grocery store for two hours already, under the awning, to stay in the shade. I keep trying to hand out my fliers, but people keep crumpling them and throwing them down. In addition to crumpling my papers, one

clicking his fingers in my face. "Huh? What?" I reply, receiving an eye roll and chuckle from Chris. "I asked you whether a ham sandwich is okay. You were so spaced out in your own world you didn't hear me." Suddenly my hands became more interesting than Chris' words. "Ham sounds great. Thank you Chris. You too PJ." Chris hands me the sandwich and I rip open the plastic. PJ hands Phil a cheese sandwich. "PJ, you know I hate cheese." PJ slaps his forehead. "Can't you just take out the cheese?"

“I’m pregnant,” I said. I shift from one foot to another, tugging on the bottom of my shirt. Matt is sitting on the couch, the video game across the screen behind me paused, the remote on the coffee table forgotten. “Did you hear what I said? We are going to have a baby.” His blank expression and lack of words tell me more than if he’d said anything at all. I wait, hoping he’d say something, anything. Instead he stands up and walks to the fridge and pulls out a Bud Light. The snap of the can and

pick take a hint find the perfect place and pick your stance and background drop and fix your makeup if you're a girl and get ready the song that i have picked is about guys not understanding the word no and so you explain. Next step, Pick an outfit and it has to be a party outfit because you're at a party when they try and you need to look at the camera. Fix your hair to the perfect fit and make sure to have lyrics Why am I always hit on by the

and stretched my hand. A loud crack sound came from my hand startling almost everyone in class. I felt a surge of pride being able to find out that I can make cool pop noises by only using my hand. Then, for dinner that night I showed off my mini hand cracking skill expecting a lot of wows. Instead, I got comments on how bad it is for your hand. The little rebel inside of me of course didn’t listen and still continue to crack my hand to this day. Now I finally have the time to prove my family members