The Loud Mouth

straight to heaven; my mouth just watering. As soon as the tray was set down i immediately grabbed 4 of the original hot. It wasn't long before the sauces over took my mouth and sent me to a flavorful, fiery  journey with the fries accompaning it . Call me food obsessed but i blocked out a good portion of the rest of the conversation, i for a fact am not a clean eater so it doesn't surprise me when i hear my mom say the words of “Clean your mouth! You're not a child”. Wiping my mouth with the napkins,

class believe that this little stuffed dragon he had in our classroom was magical, but he was only magical at night when grown ups were not around. Now, the only way we were allowed to take the magical dragon home was to read a book to our class out loud. I hated reading and most of all I hated talking in front of people, so i was never going to get to take the magical dragon home. One day another student brought the dragon back to class and was telling all these amazing stories about her and the dragon

I step onto stage in all black attire, a black folder in a hand, a Trombone in the other and a smile on my face. I make my way to my seat in the back row, and sit down in the low brass section. There's countless eyes glued on stage as the rest of the band sits. I feel confident even with everyone’s attention towards stage. I'm going to perform in front of all these people and I will give them a good show.The conductor walks on stage, and applause starts. He stands on his platform, raises his hands

schizophrenia, insanity, depression or other mental problems. “His endless screaming makes his own mind eat him up.” This is how come we are able to see the illusion of the many mouths within a mouth. I could tell by the looks of the image that he was screaming loud, I could now see the reason why he was screaming with many mouths is because he

Reflecting back to a middle school memory: I was talking to my classmate about lunch and he asked what I brought. I said “tortilla”, pronouncing the two Ls out loud. My classmate then laughed and told other classmates, “He said tortilla”. Despite the humiliation I was feeling, I kept quiet and submissive when they all laughed. That memory brought me out of my cultural bubble that I was locked into. Gradually,

crotch plate. “Mmmm, I can’t let you leave without insurance now can I? But trust me, it’s better that you mine than from the cops.” Kozlov would then relentlessly kiss Arcus’s lips passionately, his synthetic tongue rolls around inside Arcus’s mouth, rubbing and tickling the black bear’s own, making him blush brightly red as the massive cyborg lay him

can smell the salt water. When you get closer to beach the smell gets stronger, like a pinch of green, seaweed. Getting closer we smell the different type of food, hot dogs, cotton candy, funnel cakes, burgers. Many different type of food making my mouth water, and my stomach growl. The pier being overcrowded, smelling the odor of

The young student bangs around the kitchen in search of the month old box of Froot Loops he’s stretching out for all its worth. His hands furiously open the stark white linoleum cabinet to the left of the stove and rummages in it for a minute before finding the cardboard box. He sets it down on the cold slippery countertop before shuffling sleepily to the fridge. The cold air that blasts in his face is a sharp contrast from the muggy temperature of his studio apartment thanks to his broken air conditioning

view. The worker asks softly in a loud tone, “Do you want to buy one of those, son.” A little fear creeps in the worker’s voice too. Dally suddenly tears the magazine in half in a medium and deep-focus shot, and the sound of tearing paper represents the tearing of Dally’s heart

section, with Bianca to her left. "Hadley, could I borrow a pencil? I need to write the recipe." Bianca asked, the explanation coming quickly out of her small mouth, coated with lip gloss. Hadley's brown eyes traveled up from the one pencil she had, which was the one in her hand, to Bianca, meeting her eyes. "I suppose," she said in her usual, loud voice, handing the pencil that was chewed at the end to her, for Bianca to pick up with a small, obviously forced, smile, holding the pencil with two hands