The Strawberry Blonde

“War is hell, but that 's not the half of it, because war is also mystery and terror and adventure and courage and discovery and holiness and pity and despair and longing and love. War is nasty; war is fun. War is thrilling; war is drudgery. War is what makes you a man; war makes you dead.”In the autobiography “The things they Carried”author Tim O’Brien, gives his readers insight to the trials,horrors and romances of the Vietnam war.As a young man Mr.O’Brien was forced into the war by the Draft lottery

THE CAMPING DISASTER “Where is he?” demanded Annabelle. Her wavy long strawberry blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail so she looked even stricter than usual. Her deep sea of freckles and bright blue eyes added a playful flair to her look. It was a bright sunny day and Annabelle was waiting for her boyfriend Jackson. Brianne, her best friend, was pacing beside her, muttering “He’s usually not this late. He should be here by now.” Annabelle was now more annoyed than worried

“But you’re very high-handed,” I retaliate quietly. He raises his eyebrows and, if I’m not mistaken, he flushes slightly too. “I’m used to getting my own way, Anastasia,” he murmurs. “In all things.” “I don’t doubt it. Why haven’t you asked me to call you by your first name?” I’m sur- prised by my audacity. Why has this conversation become so serious? This isn’t going the way I thought it was going to go. I can’t believe I’m feeling so antagonistic towards him. It’s like he’s trying to warn me off

Short Story Today is Friday, October 30th and I’m biking home from school with Calum and Natalia, my best friends. It is a warm and sunny day, well enough to wear my favorite shorts. I am about to turn onto my street when I called out, “See you tomorrow and make sure you don’t come unprepared. We need to give Henry a piece of our minds.” “Don’t worry, we know,” Calum hollered out to me. “See you tomorrow, Chlo,” they said in sync. I reached my house and dropped my bruised, blue bike in the middle

Today is Friday, October 30th and I’m biking home from school with Calum and Natalia, my best friends. It was a warm and sunny day, well enough to wear my favorite shorts. I was about to turn on to my street when I called out, “See ya tomorrow and make sure you don’t come unprepared. We need to give Henry a piece of our minds.” “Don’t worry, we know,” Calum hollered out to me. “See you tomorrow, Chlo,” they said in sync. I reached my house and dropped my bruised, blue bike in the middle of my

Reading Log: Snow Falling On Cedars by David Guterson I chose this particular novel because I enjoy reading about the wars in the past, but this novel included a murder trial for someone who did not commit the crime. Reading Log #1 The novel opens with an investigation of the murder of Carl Heine, on San Piedro Island, in the winter of 1954. Kabuo Miyamoto is the accused killer of Carl Heine, a father of three and husband of Susan Marie Heine. Kabuo Miyamoto’s wife Hatsue is sat in the court

On a hot summer day of June 18, 1901, in Petergof, Russia, a strawberry-blonde blue eye baby girl was born. Her name was Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanov, the youngest daughter of Nicholas the II, was the last person to rule over Imperial Russia, as well as his wife, Alexandra Fyodorovna. Anastasia had three older sisters named: Olga, Tatiana, and Maria. Anastasia was also the great-great-granddaughter to Queen Victoria of the United Kingdom from her mother’s side of the family. Many people have known

front of our bodies. Together we pulled out eyeliner and lip gloss. Her makeup was different from mines. Her make-up was light against her skin unlike mines. She added blush to her cheeks and gloss to her lips. Joy was taller than me even with strawberry ice cream colored sneaker on. She had to have been taller than me by two inches. Her body was slender and tall. She looked as if she had missed a couple of meals. Her knees caps could be seen through her skin, only the outline though. The outfit

He began his new life standing up, surrounded by cold darkness and stale, dusty air. Metal grated against metal, emitting a loud screeching noise as the world around him lurched upward. Already on the ground, he attempted to stand up, only to fall down, and a sharp pain shot through his hands and knees. Again, sticking out a hand and leaning against the metal wall next to him for support, he tried to stand, but all attempts proved futile as he fell a second time on his hands and knees. He sat

I opened the door and Vitya’s face jumped with an adorable surprise. “Hello there, what can I get for ya?” She said as she chewed the inside of her lip. She did not seem to recognize me, but I knew instantly where I had seen her before, her strawberry blonde hair already familiar and the knobbiness of her knees a welcoming sight. There was a bulge in her cheek that looked like she might be hiding a wad of gum. She would tell me later that her boss, Mr. Frye, forbade the habit and labelled it as unprofessional