Take My Hand

As I stand here, with my hand resting on your coffin, breathing in the scent of lilies and of wood-polish, the congregation is watching and waiting. The guests file into the church with the cool, morning, Melbourne breeze sending shivers down everyone’s spines. All the other guests greeted each other with upturned brows, watery eyes, forced smiles, and lingering embraces. The occasional person comes up and embraces me and tells me “everything is going to be okay," when they know its quite far from

is doing, has my life in his hands. When I found out I would be taking a helicopter to prom instead of a nice car, I believed I was having a nightmare. The one where I’m falling endlessly, spinning out of control, until I am jolted awake. The thing which is my biggest fear in the entire will be my transportation of choice for one of the most memorable nights of my adolescent years. I feel like vomiting the morning of what should be one of the most epic rides of my life. Knotted, my stomach twists

a hurry has caused me to develop sloppy and illegible handwriting. Writing legibly gives my superiors a good first impression of myself and the quality of work that I will put forward. As a police officer, I will be making reports every day and in great numbers. These reports will need to be very detailed so that the information will help the next person reading my report do his or her job efficiently. If my writing is not legible, down the road it will have a negative impact on someone’s case in

A Date with Marcus Dobre Fanfiction Part 2 Once again, I get butterflies in my stomach. We spit the toothpaste into the sink once we were done brushing our teeth. Marcus grabbed my hand without saying a word and took me to the bed and we both sat down. “Hey is everything Okay?” I asked. “No” Marcus paused “Everything is fine but I want to say that I would love to take you on another date sometime! Do you want to?” “Yes, of course I would love to go on another date with I you and a million more

Thinking back on my life, I know why I happen to be so protective over my daughter. It’s because I don’t want her to experience the things that I had to go through when I was younger. Many years ago, I didn’t understand anything in the world, or why I was there. CERES AT 17 YEARS OF AGE I ran, running my hands through the grass as I went. Looking back I can see that anywhere I touched, flowers bloomed and the grass grew taller. I turned back around and continued to run through the field laughing

the cold bothers me. Skiing is one of my favorite activities in the winter. I go as often as I can. Usually about once a year. This year in particular I encountered some pretty cold temperatures on the slopes. I am talking 6 degree weather with wind chill in the negatives. It is difficult to have a good time skiing when my body is so cold I can no longer feel my hands and feet. There are ways to be prepared for cold weather while skiing. Here are some of my tips below. Cover your Entire Face and

sun was behind the clouds, but my spirits were bright and full of excitement. The room was crowded with third grade students eagerly awaiting their release. I stared at the clock, never moving my eyes from the hands. As the hand made its way to 2:45, I knew it was time to change for the talent show. I have always been a planner, ever since I was little. SO when it came to being ready for the talent show, I was a little more invested. A critical step was to change into my talent show costume at the end

asked for a hand I said “is this really necessary?” I tense up, because I know Eric gets mad when you challenge him. We stared at each other for a long time in silence. All of a sudden Eric starts to speak up “I have authority here, remember?, here and everywhere else.” He didn’t say it loud. I don’t even know if anyone in this room heard him, but I know i did. I don’t know what to say, because he does have authority here. I tighten the grip on my knives. I’m holding them so tight that my knuckles are

Shoving the door open with my hip, I enter the dingy practice room, my hands full of books and school supplies. It takes me two strides to walk from the door to the mahogany piano up against the far wall, where it sits exactly as I left it last night. I drop my things on the floor, pull the small bench out from beneath the piano and sit upon it, making myself as comfortable as possible on the worn cushions. Debussy’s Reverie erupts from my fingers without even thinking twice. The old piano keys

island, I could not contain my excitement. I’m actually here! I sprinted towards the statue to get a better look and Alfred was following behind me telling me to wait up. After the conversation, Alfred said he was celebrating his birthday by himself. He had a sad look when I asked him about celebrating with his friends and family so I guess he really was celebrating alone. Poor guy and he’s a cheerful one too. Feeling sorry for him I offered him to tag along with me on my Fourth of July expedition