The Strawberry Blonde

The Rose of the World Why do we blame Helen’s beauty for the Trojan War or Eve’s curious nature for Adam’s choice to eat the apple, thus beginning the mortal human civilization? Throughout history men have found it convenient to hold women responsible for their own weaknesses and intolerance. The apathy of anti-feminist and conservative movements showcases the reality of the Stockholm syndrome and medieval serfdom. Men have been the captors and the masters of the women for time in antiquity, but

I was shocked. I had never experienced something this horrific. I began to think that our life as a family would be over, due to the stress, heartbreak, and sadness our family would go through in the years to come. I went online and searched spinal defect and regretfully clicked on the images, I began to ball in the waiting room. I ran straight passed my dad and went to the restroom. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror for a while. I than began to think about how my mom would feel in this

"Papa? Papa? " Hime said while tugging Giotto's shirt. "Oh, sorry dear. I spaced out." He flashed a smile at her daughter. "Papa, I'm hungry. " Hime pouted. "Me too. " Hayato eyed G. "Okay.. Okay.. Let's go have lunch now. " Primo ruffled the two kids hair. So Giotto and G went out of the office with their kids and went down the dinning room. As they walk along the second floor they happen to bump into Daemon and his two kids. "Uncle Daemon! Mukuro-nii! Chrome! " Hime exclaimed. "Fruit family

Chapter One The Witches Mansion “Time to get up!” Mrs Fox cried out at the very top of her lungs, standing over her son for what was now the fourth time and counting. “Come on!” Jack blinked awake, rubbed his eyes, yawned, and turned over. “Yeah, just coming.” Mrs Fox put her hands on her hips and looked like she was about to explode. “Now then!” she snapped, her voice again raised. “This is it, Jack! This is your last warning!” “Yeah, right,” the boy mumbled from under the covers, the words

Going to the park always gave Rick Castle a chance to think while he watched Alexis play. The first times he would come with her, he didn't part from her not for a second, not wanting to miss the any of the fun- and maybe to keep an eye on her too-. However, recently she had started to demand more independence, stating it was silly for her to play with other kids if her father was following her too. It was a bittersweet feeling for him, admiring his kid,but also knowing the little things that marked

In Aisle Fourteen Lillian sat on her porch that overlooked a lawn that had suffered the worst of winter. The grass was still wilting, and the flowers her mother had tried to grow were still hidden underneath the mounds of soil somewhere. The sun, however, glowed with all of its glory and gleam, its rays seemingly touching each end of the earth. The impossibly blue sky was clear of any evidence that clouds had trailed that same sky. Lillian gazed straight ahead on a wooden rocking chair, every

I never imagined prison would be like this. The sign on the outside of the building reads, “Rosewood Penitentiary.” As I walk down the hallways, the smell of ammonia burns my nose. I gently run my fingers against the wall to my right, and I feel the small depressions in the white concrete blocks. Is this real? How can I be in prison? These questions cause my head to become cloudy as I look at the room ahead of me. It appears to be a living room; there’s a TV and a small, gray sofa in the back corner

stayed out of trouble. My antics got me suspended from school, and enough trouble with the law that they had me on house arrest. I could not talk to my friends and I couldn’t go anywhere either. My thoughts start to stray towards Lisa. Lisa is a petite blonde that amazes me with her intelligence. I find myself thinking about her more and more often as I serve out this time on house arrest. She has a flawless complexion and her curves make her seem older than her 15 years. I guess we could call my feelings

two and a half inches tall. That was considered astounding since people were generally shorter and rarely passed six feet during his time. He was slender yet sinewy and had attractive, gaunt features, his complexion was ruddy. Gray eyes and strawberry-blonde hair complete his appearance description. Extremely graceful and suave with a prideful manner, he had an engaging charm. He was emotional, sympathetic, and had intense convictions. There was charisma in his frank and earnest manner. Though he

I am Myra Charmaine I am sixteen, and my birthday is in exactly two weeks, November fourteenth. I have the normal teenage problems bullies, homework, parents, teachers, and other than that I have a pretty normal life. My parents are still married and I have a little sister Natalia, but that doesn 't mean my family is perfect. No one ever really knows the stress every individual faces in there personal life. When you wake up on special days you get a feeling a refreshed feeling. You feel like you