Now that Alex’s [so far lifelong] disease has been cured, he is playing out side. Some of the boys his age were playing with some round object that Alex had never seen. He went to go sit near a tree, when he sat down he found one near him. He reached over to pick it up. Being the observer he is he wrote down in his, observation note book, some facts.
She has a nice mom and an awesome television. But she’s like a dog that keeps jumping into your lap. She always walks with me down the halls chattering a million miles a minute. My goal is to go home and take a nap. ”(Anderson 24).
Title Day 1: I open my eyes, sitting up straight, only to realize that everything is turned 90 degree to the right… Next to us, a yellow school bus lies on its side. Pieces of glass scatters everywhere. Black smokes exit the cranky engine, traverse up to the height of an oak tree, then dissipate into the blue sky.
"Come read the rest of this, honey. " His mother had joined him on the porch. "It's a trip. " The torture chair looked normal in the hours before tea. Madame poured a second cup of tea for herself, and offered to do the same for the visiting luminary.
In session 1 we were requested that make 'the machine' representing to a nightmare which was yet common but still evoked fear from the audience. We thought of one action and single word/sound for the every member of our group and delivered it using repetition. My Group, and I sat in a circle and brainstormed what a recurring dream happens to us individually and picked ideas. This was effective because the ideas that we come up with were original and unique and allowed us to have an abundance of different ideas that we select from, We also decided that people have nightmares because they do not want to confront something that is occurring in their life, so we used this to our advantage by looking at moments in our lives that we did not want
Little Nothing, that’s me. That’s my name. It’s strange almost. The other kids at school bully me for having a name like Little Nothing, they say I got my name from the Gods to tell me that I’m worthless. My parents tell me that I got my name from being so small and skinny, I don’t believe them.
Later I would find out that was not the only reason he worked that god-forsaken job. "Pretty good game huh? " I asked. "I haven't been watching but I've been listening. It sounds like our defense is playing better than they have been," Roman said as he continued to scrape.
INTRO I have done it. I have brought upon the death of another man! I have blood upon my hands. For that I feel I should have changed but desperation has replaced the sorrow I feel for my actions.
@claud, [below]. Last night a good friend of mine came over, for dinner. His name is Doctor Tom Seemoresic. After dinner we sat down, to discuss the news and what was happing on the internet, over coffee and for the Doc., tea. Oh, by the way, Tom is a psychologist.
I would hate going to practice and to school . Looking at those boys would scare me a lot i felt like getting out of school. So i decided to stick with my sister so they won’t tell me stuff and be rude. I would like to move to another school that i will not be bullied or to be away from those boys that are mean. So i speaked up for myself and told them to stop because i don’t like the fact they're mean and everything may take practice.
Precariously balanced above the fighting, I observed as the battle waged between the fierce combatants, leaving a path of destruction as they carved through the decimated house. It was an outlandish sight. Four of the kingdom's most renowned assassins, two elves and two humans, all in the same room struggling to effectuate a single wound on the red haired lady. Her movements caused her to appear as a flaming leaf on the wind in the fierce surges of a tornado. Her hair billowed red and her eyes shone the color of a blood moon.
The lights flickered in the cavernous space, echos of light yet purposeful footsteps would boom through hall. A black obsidian throne sat at the far wall, a man, probably in his middle ages, would sit, a crown of bones ,from challengers before, sat on his head. He’d smirk seeing the small figure approaching. Eye catching hair, the colour of white gold, flowed behind the figure, the cold haunting breeze ruffled the honey highlights.
I just miss our little girl talks.” She gave a small, pitiful laugh. “It’s just a little lonely for a few hours a day, and when Ana comes home, it’s like she doesn’t even want to talk.” “Is it that bad?” She asked.
It was the first day at Besaid High, the only high school in the town of Alexandria. Ivy, as many students were, was very nervous about her first day of highschool. She had moved to the town and knew no one. To top it off, Ivy was really shy and didn’t have many friends from her old school anyway. Her only real interest was plants.
By the time you read this I hope to have told you face to face and I hope that I covered what is in this letter, but I know there will be thing I haven’t told you in here. However, if I haven’t told you face to face I want you to know that I’m gay. I want you to know that I am still me. I’m still the same boy you have raised and I always will be.
