The Strawberry Blonde

He ran into the daycare center soaking wet from the rain, which was to be expected on a cold december night in Boston. He was early tonight, it was only 11 o’clock. “Hi Mr.Bradford, I will go wake Jane, she is asleep in the back.” The caretaker said. “No no, I don’t want to wake her I will just carry her to the car if that’s alright” Mr. Bradford replied. “Of course. Right this way” she motioned to the hallway. They walked through the daycare center, most of the lights had been turned off by

It was September 15, 2013, and in a small neighborhood in Salem, Oregon lived Jade Brooks. Jade was your average 16 years old girl, but she was unlike others in a certain way. She was an amazing dancer with natural talent. Jade always was dancing everywhere she went. Some would always say that dance is her best friend. She was always passionate about what she did, especially when it came to dancing. There she sat in her little house on her little couch. She was lost in thoughts, thinking about her

The full moon’s light streams through branches and down onto the forest ground. Distance howls travel with a metallic smell, as the wind blows, forcing the tree’s weary limbs to clash. Crimson liquid flows down the trunk of the oak tree; on top lies a brown small house, barely supported by the weakest branch. Inside, Jamie sits in the corner of the treehouse, with her head in between her knees, frantically whispering the “Our Father” like a scratched record player. Chad Wilson lies across from her

I woke up to kids pushing and shoving to get off the bus. The bus driver turned and scream,“SIT DOWN I HAVEN’T EVEN OPENED THE DOOR YET!” The bus door popped open. I stood up and grabbed my bag, my hair had started to harden, it felt like I had a pile of crap on top of my head. I stepped into the aisle just to be shoved into another row of seats. My face hit the side of the bus, I felt blood dripping on my face. I make a quick move to cover the blood. People thought I was weird enough, I didn’t

With legs crossed at the heels and arms folded, a man leaned his lower back against the dark marble counter of a small apartment kitchen. His hair was short, blonde, and styled with hair gel. His face was rounded and subtly angular with a jaw accentuated by a rough stubbly ginger-brown beard. The beard was quite thick and dense, and appeared as if some days before there had been an attempt to neatly trim it. His eyes were bright green, almond shaped and innocent but were made slightly sinister by

In The Things We Carried, We learned that men are not the only one’s that have part of the war but, also that women are part of the war as well. Have you ever thought that you as a women ever wanted to be part of the war? To want everyone in the world believe that a women can also be apart of the war? Well to demonstrate to you there are three young courageous women in The Things They Carried, that want us women to become apart of the war. Back in the 1950’s women had rights to be in the war and

After the North Vietnamese fired directly upon two U.S. ships in August 1964, the United States’ Congress responded with the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution, giving President Lyndon B. Johnson authorization to deploy troops to Vietnam, ultimately spurring America into the war movement. By the end of the war in 1975, over two million Americans were deployed to Vietnam, and among them only eight thousand were women, 90% of which served as nurses. The insignificant amount of women participating in the war

arrive at a course and play Obstacle Golf. Once the game is over they take some soma, a drug that induces happiness, and fly back to Henry’s apartment. While this is happening, Bernard goes to a service where they pass around a soma-laced cup of strawberry ice cream and swallow another dose of soma along with it. After taking mass amounts of soma, the entire service ends with an orgy that pushes Bernard into a worse state of

A wave of crisp winter air brushes across my face as I leave the comfort of my heated car. I pause to take a deep breath, preparing myself for the day. As I walk closer to the pharmacy door, I can count on seeing at least three customers waiting in their cars, all with prescriptions in hand. The pharmacist usually arrives at least five minutes after I do, always dressed in a white lab coat, with Dunkin’ Donuts coffee in one hand, and car keys in the other. After the pharmacist unlocks the door

They had been together for twenty-five years. He remembered the day he had first seen her. A beautiful young girl, with strawberry blonde hair that flowed down her back in waves. Freckles spotted her face and brought out the hazel in her eyes. A soft white skirt that swished when she moved. She was gorgeous, sitting among the flowers while the other girls played and danced with each other. She sat, staring at the clouds. He had been to nervous to speak to her, so he turned in the opposite direction