The Boy Who Cried Wolf

Imagine an early spring morning. A garden is blossoming under the warm sunlight. Birds are chirping, bees are buzzing, and flowers are blooming. Think of the garden as your subconscious, and the early spring morning as your life. In the garden grows a selection of flowers and other plants. These are your thoughts, opinions, morals, and ethics. Each represent something you think or feel to be just. They are rooted in the rich soil which allows them to grow: your mind. The garden is both beautiful

gotten a giant hammer and repeatedly slammed it against the right side of my right foot. My pinky toe was now purple and swollen. I limped over to my parent’s room, it was still thirty minutes until it was officially time to wake up for school, and cried to her about my foot again. Begging her to

The story that many people are not familiar with is that a young 17 year old maidservant by the name of Katherine Branch was accused of witch craft when she began to show the town of Stamford her possession. Kate worked for Danial and Abagail Wescot who were the first to witness these “fits” that soon traveled to their daughter. It was not long until accusations and rumors flooded this colonial town. This story goes into depth of the trial, court systems, religion and the colonial period as a whole

Hollywood to corporations to Washington, D.C., sexual misconduct tends to ripple and grow by such behavior in the state capitols. There have been dozens of women that have recently alleged misconduct from male colleagues in the U.S. statehouses. With allegations of sexual misconduct and sexual harassment from state lawmakers. Seven lawmakers face either partial suspensions or interim from leadership post or committees. Non-the less no state lawmaker has been expelled, yet some tend to face calls

the all too often battle cry veterans of the Global War On Terrorism (GWOT) in particular can be seen saying in veteran affiliated social media pages and groups. For quite some time now, GWOT veterans have been stereotyped as psychotic douche bags who whine and bitch about everything, yet in the same instance demand and expect to be treated like immortal gods. I believe the main reason for this huge disconnect between society and the veteran community is the PTSD elephant in the room.

Storytelling unites people in all cultures, from as early as the age of one. STories are said to have many uses; ranging from helping us individuals make sense of the world around us. This is by explaining natural phenomena. They help keep our culture, history and traditions alive by condemning the youths of our generations to be known to our stories for the next generations to be aware. Many studies show that “people believe storytelling is developed as a way of ‘practising’ reality”. Storytelling

On Tuesday morning, you get to work early so you could enjoy a little time to yourself before the bell rings and your students start to rush in the classroom. You have your coffee and everything else that you needed ready for the day. A couple of your students have been misbehaving in the classroom, and talking to the parents or guardian didn’t help at all. The way it has been going you came up with your own plan to help them learn about character traits. Character traits are all the aspects of a

“Holy c-” I was cut off by the bullet flying, and grazing, my ear. I looked in the direction it came from only to see a man holding a gun, aiming at a boy with angel wings. He’s kinda like me… was all I could think before I flew to the man with a gun and kicked it out of his hand. I then repeatedly punched him in the face till he was K.O.ed. “Thanks…” he shyly said. “No problem! I do this normally so it’s no problem at all,” I replied smiling. “Still thanks. What’s your name? If you don’t

sorry for her the next. Williams allows this character to be pushed to the brink by her brutal brother-in-law and finally push her over the edge. This play left me feeling angry and outraged; the law had been broken, yet the victim will be the one who pays for the crime. The entire play leaves the audience waiting for the climatic point when either Blanche of Stanley will win the affections of Stella. I gained knowledge and understanding of human emotions and how human nature may cope with tragedy

Polaris was a 14 year old pale skinned boy with short brown hair, and brown eyes who lived on an undiscovered island with his tribe. “Mom” I whined. “When will I be able to become a fierce hunter like dad?” “You will get it when you’re ready.” Mom told me. She was always saying that. “But mom,” I started “No! You will earn it, not whine like a baby! Now help me put these skins away.” She said, angry as the wolf dad killed yesterday. I let out an angry sigh as I walked out of the house. “You