This Is It and I Am It and You Are It and So Is That and He Is It and She Is It and It Is It and That Is That

1. Today, I share something in common with most of you that I usually do not. I am in Texas. So while my wife is driving home in the snow from Philadelphia to Pittsburgh, I took a nice sunny walk along the river in downtown, Austin. So what is so tough about that, you may ask? Well the reason, I am here is to help my son (our oldest) move here. He has a place to stay and enough money saved for the first couple months rent. No job, but the hope of breaking into media productions which is

William. “Daddy, can I please go explore the surface?” she asked in desperation. “NO!!” her father quickly replied. “But you let all my sisters go to the surface when they turned 14,” she complained. “I know that, but I don’t think you are not responsible enough to go to the surface and not be seen by any land creatures,” he said quietly, more to himself than Tyla. “What was that Daddy, did you just say that I am not responsible?” questioned Tyla. “Do you really think that I would risk our kind

I was just getting up from a horrible night of tossing and turning because of the eventful day I tried to sleep off. I went downstairs and made a cup of coffee for myself before I went over to check up on how Gatsby was handling everything. When I got there, Gatsby was just strolling up. He looked like he went to hell and back. I proceeded to hand Gatsby my coffee and he walked through the door furiously. I tried to keep up with him, but he seemed ticked.     “So what happened last night?” I inquired

ached as if she were slowly twisting a knife deeper and deeper each day. Niall had left about two month ago. He had left a note that morning that ruined her love life. “I don’t want you to hate me, but I need to find myself.” She probably read the note about one hundred times. Now she sat on the bed dressed in a nice blue day dress. She had been invited to Denise’s birthday party. Denise was Niall’s sister in law, so that meant Niall would be at the party. Was she nervous? Yes, what was he going to

“Where is my brush? I swear I just filled up my bottle, too! Where is everything?” Alex sighs, her frustration displayed on her face. Groaning, she turns and puts her hair into two high pigtails, her hair cascading down her shoulders, flowing like black froth. Although her hair was curly, it fell in soft waves when brushed. If she doesn’t brush her hair, soft ringlets fall down her back, cascading over her shoulders. She groans, her face scrunching up, as she walks outside with another bottle. A

weeks old I made it when we started the westing game... What’s in your turtle fun book? Flora asked. Well I based it off the movie mean girls with the burn book, anyways I basically make fun of people. Oh well can I see it? Flora asked. Umm well sure but be aware it is all about the people in the Westing Game. As flora opened the book it was filled but it started with her mom…oh no here we go. Grace/mom: I hate hate hate hate hate hate my mom why is angela her favorite I am great to you know and

where you can’t see a thing. Every step you take an everywhere you go, it is just pitch black. This was how Julia lived. However, Julia had a gift that nobody could take away from her. For she was blessed with the wonderful gift of being able to play the violin. The following story portrays how “talent is not blind”. You don’t have to have the ability to see to do what you love. Once upon a time, there lived an old violin street-player named Tucker. Tucker was a dedicated old man, yet he had quite

day. Insecure people will be one person in front of you and to your face, but as soon as you walk away, know that they will do their best to ruin you just to make themselves feel better. They’ll lie and be deceitful. They’ll exaggerate stories and tell horrible rumors, but all you can really do is watch. Watch, and hope that one day they will understand the true meaning of honesty and that one day they won 't feel the need to put anyone down. You can only hope that one day, they too will find happiness

As I read Black Beauty, I thought about how lucky I am to live in a permanent, loving home. Anna Sewell is the Author of Black Beauty. Her purpose for writing this story was to tell the readers to appreciate their loving and caring families. The story Black Beauty, goes through Black Beauty’s life in his point of view. He goes through a lot of good times and bad times but never loses hope that things will get better. This story taught me to never forget how fortunate I am to have my wonderful

Would you give up everything you have for a person who once loved you to make them and yourself happy? You most likely would not, so how come this “tree” in the Giving Tree did? Was it because she was naturally selfless? Or because she was so in love with the boy she would give anything she had to him simply because he wanted it? In The Giving Tree Shel Silverstein explains what selfless and being in love means in the form of a tree and a boy. Some people are selfless and that can be a good thing