Tears were spilling out of her mother’s eyes and her voice became uneasy and shaken. Her mother was trying to hide her fear and hold back the tears. She gave Sarah a kiss on the top of her sweet head and told her not to worry. Her delicate hands were still clutching onto her mothers
" I started crying violently as soon as I read her mom 's
Wars. Wars can cause the inevitable in a country. Wars change the economics, the social Classes and just the general way of life in that society. Going to war can have no moral reasoning. Men such as Albert Einstein and Bertrand Russell recognized that during their time.
She looked away, out the window. He took a step toward her and she backed away, still holding the baby" (Carver, 1981, p. 18). The couple's inability to communicate effectively results in a dramatic and emotionally charged conclusion as the baby is taken away from them.
Her eyes were wide and still. We desperately cried for help while trying to wake her, but when we finally acknowledged her death, we both screamed and almost dropped her. After help had come, I broke down. I experienced days of overwhelming guilt as a result of that occurrence because even though I had not killed her, looking at her lifeless, blameless face was an image I could not forget and couldn’t stop blaming myself
However I could only concentrate on my mom’s anguished face. He stated my mom’s full name and confirmed an order for birth control, I ignored it knowing my mom would never. My mom then snatched the phone away and confirmed it. My mom, my hero, my saint, the only person I looked up to had, indeed, confirmed it. At that instant I felt my stomach drop.
A weird feeling surged through me as my friends, Gabby and Julia, and I were going to the Cheesecake Factory, but I pretended it was nothing because I couldn 't wait any longer to eat my Fettuccine Alfredo. When we arrived at the restaurant I felt in heaven because of the smell of Italian food cooking in the kitchen. Once we sat down, Gabby received a phone call. I could already sense something was wrong the second Gabby picked up the phone; my stomach was filled with butterflies that were trying to get out. “Mom what are you talking about…MOM!”
I’m pregnant! Don’t you see what she’s doing to you?” She pulled back at that and felt a sick heat in her stomach. She heard her father laugh and heard him slurring his words.
“Set,” Bang! The gun goes off and I quickly shoot ahead of the rest of the field. My strides long and quick as I sprint for the track. I can’t hear anyone behind me, I must be a good 10 meters in front of everyone else. I run around the track and continue to sprint across the field back to the crowd of parents, friends, and girls soccer players who were forced to attend this last cross country meet of the season.
I haven’t had any contractions.” she wonders to herself. She picks up her dirty dishes and washes them. “It’s time to do some chores,” she tells her little one. As she cleans the whole appointment; she is thinking about her life.
“Snap!” and a moment is captured, forever still, saved for generations to see; whether it portrays a strong visual message, or simply an abstract composition. All throughout my life I have explored my passion for creative media through creating websites, editing videos, capturing photographs and technology. My interest in creative media dates back to my first years in high school, where I excelled in technology, editing and capturing photos. Creative media has always interested me due to the fascinating aspect of technology.
I quickly finished tying my shoe and hopped onto my purple mountain bike and we were off. Logan my brother who I love sometimes,Cassie My best friend, Easton Cassie’s brother,Sawyer Cassie’s brother, Mr. Wychers and I were going to ride our bikes through a trail off in the woods and go to Whistle stop and then cut through town and head to Houseman's. The sky was cloudy and the daylight was being blocked by a thick dark cloud, which looked a lot like a rain cloud. We started to cut through a dead cornfield, lifeless tall brown and crusty plants sat in a single spot and as the soft wind blew the once luscious herbs. I felt the dead greens slap me in the leg and burrs got stuck to my pant leg.
“...-Mama mama!” Eye lids snap open and her body darts up into a sitting position. “Mama? what’s wrong Mama?” It’s Nancy, her seven year old and relief washes over her.
I stand there, stiff as a tree, and frozen in place. How could I have been so stupid? She tricked me… again. My head is spinning. I don’t know how to feel.
‘She was pregnant?” Hook couldn’t get his head around it. He looked at the little girl, who had turned out to be his. The infant looked up at her father and giggled. “Smee, bring her to my cabin,”
