Tiny Teddy

How can one be so stupid? I never traveled on a flight before I boarded one for the USA. I used to ask everyone that did, what the experience was like. How it felt to be travelling through the clouds, how it felt to look down at the planet, tracts of lands, hills and mountains, forests and concrete. Many opined, it felt like travelling on a bus, hurtling down uneven roads. Some said, it was boring, more boring than it may seem or you may expect. You can’t move much, can’t take a walk if your knees

Have you ever put your trust, and love in someone’s hands and they betrayed you? Well, I did at just three years old I met my mom's boyfriend, who I would call dad at five years old. Through the first three years of my life, it had always been my mother and me against the whole world. But at three years old a man came into our lives who would change our entire lives whether for the good or for the bad. This man feigned to be a great father to my family, although he was the love of my mother’s life

“Mommy look!” I squeal, pointing to the super tall block tower I’ve just built! “Yeah, baby, it’s beautiful,” she says, not even looking. She’s too busy helping Daddy with a paper for work tomorrow. Sissy walks bye and I squeal again, so proud of my work. Not even a flinch. Too busy on her phone talking to her ‘little boyfriend’, as Daddy says at dinner. Max comes over, wagging his yellow tale in happiness at my achievement. At least he’s happy with me. The phone rings and Daddy picks it up, his

match, hanging mic and all. He can look a little intimidating at first, but in reality, Mr. Falch is a giant teddy bear (except when angry), successfully earning him the nickname of “Papa Falch.” I was welcomed into his classroom, and there was no hesitation in immediately putting me to work. The show the theatre class was doing at that time was A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and working in that tiny classroom on different tasks glued me to theatre, and the end result made me never want to leave. My main

the conclusion that whatever they did wouldn’t really matter because either way they wouldn’t care. They would have no recollection of my sisters seventh birthday party gone awry. They wouldn’t know that it was fairy-princess themed and that the tiny shimmer of royal blue up on the beam was from my grandmother’s failed attempt at helping our neighbor decorate her paper crown. The best I could hope for, was that maybe, just maybe, when the new owners go to paint the ceiling, for one split second

first thing he said was “mamii! ” with a huge smile on his face and his arms wide open, he ran up to her. After giving everyone hugs and kisses, the first things he did were to ask for milk, lay down on the floor with a pillow, and grab his favorite teddy bear called “Gigi.” He took about five minutes to drink his milk, on the mean time, he was just moving his legs slowly from side to side, and did not say a world. After drinking his milk, he immediately pulled out a few toys from his toy box located

THE RAPIDS OF DARK MURKY WATER WASHED ALL THE LEAVES AND LOOSE GRAVEL OFF OF THE GROUND. IN THE HEAT OF THE STORM IT WAS STRONG AND VIGOROUS. NOT THE SLIGHTEST SMALL CREATURE OF ANY POUND COULD WITHSTAND IT. I WAS CAUGHT IN WHAT SEEMED TO BE A WHIRL POOL OF BASHING WAVES AGAINST THE BURROWS OF THE COLONIAL LAND. I KEPT THE WAVES BENEATH MY FACE AS I WAS SWEPT AWAY FROM MY DWELLING. THE WATER LICKED MY BODY AS I WAS CARRIED TO A DISTANT LAND. THE SOUNDS OF VIOLENT THRASHING, THE SENSATION OF SMALL

New York. Phenomenal buildings and structures pierce the sunny sky. The mobbed streets are loaded with taxi cabs and cars go to and from, in various bearings leaving the fragrance of exhaust surfing through the air. The congested sidewalks are loaded with individuals frantic to a shop in which the celebrities dwell. The ongoing flow of pedestrians talking on their cell phones and drinking Starbucks keeps on coming and rushing from store to store. All the sounds and smell of different things mix to

smell of turkey cooking, the subject of my glasses came up, probably provoked by my pupils which were still enormous. We joked about it, and talked about the scores of geeks, famous people, and world changers that had glasses. Steve Jobs, Bill Gates, Teddy Roosevelt, Harry Truman, Harry Potter, John Lennon, Elton John, Mohandas Gandhi all wore glasses. These were the people that I aspired to be like, that I looked up to, that I thought were amazing. I would be joining their ranks! And so, I wasn’t

The Case of Leslie Wilfred (Grush, 2013) In 2007, Leslie married her husband Chris Wilfred, whom he had met in High School. Leslie was 37-years-old and Chris was 39-years-old. Together they took care of five children, four from Leslie’s previous marriage and one son of Chris’. It was known that Chris’s son was treated differently than Leslie’s four children. Chris’s son was reported by his parents to be violent, dangerous, and was not seen to be out of the house by community members. The community