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.
Hey Mom, it’s X-Ray. I know I never write to you ever, I know you probably wonderin’ why I’m writin to ya today. I just have a story that I had to share cause’ nowadays I don’t really got anybody to talk to, but I just needed to get this off my mind. Today, while the boys n’ I were just diggin holes, we saw Caveman letting his slave dig his hole in the hot heat. Apparently, his slave is Zero.
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.
Monday through Friday I stayed with my grandmother and great aunt, so that I could go to school. I was in elementary school at the time. I use to listen to my uncle play different types of music on his stereo so that he could mimic the sound with the instruments he was playing. I used to sing along with him dreaming that one day I would be able to sing just like the singers on the albums my uncle would play to. As time went on, my mother met a man that she felt was a good man.
"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.
It is the start of World War two, I'm so terrified, my father has gone into the war I can hear all the gunshots, children crying and asking where is my daddy. I start getting tears in my eyes my mother is says "don't cry it is okay darling. " A little voice in my head is saying "It will be ok" but I Know it is not going to be okay, but I was so frozen with fear.
Jacob: This is the story of how I saved a friend from the brink of death. Charlotte: It all started 6 months ago. I was out with my friends Daffney and Laney when I noticed something was wrong.
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.
The man woke calmly, just like any other ordinary morning, he got up out of his soft bed and looked at the other side. It was empty, it seemed his wife had gone shopping, the man turned and stumbled out of the room into the cozy living room. The fireplace was lit and kept the room bright and warm. The man continued walking through and into the kitchen, the benches were clean and ordered. He opened the freezer, got out two slices of bread and put them into the toaster.
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.
There we were, Justice and I, standing in the living room of the Owens house. I could see that Lombard's body was moved off of the beach through the big window. He had told me to shoot him while we were outside trying to figure out who the killer was. I thought to myself he must be going mad, but then he explained why he wanted me to, so I obeyed and did what he asked of me. So that brought me here, standing with the killer trying to wrap my head around everything that was happening.
It was a gloomy, sad sunday morning in Boston, massachusetts. I went to my best friends Ava’s house. I saw everyone crying and hugging each other, I see my two friends Jenny and Joey so I go up to them and ask what's going on. “Hey Jenny and Joey, what happened?
Ian was about to die. He didn't want to die. He thought he had wanted to for quite a bit just a short while before, but after a bit of consideration and perspective change he realised his blinding mistake, that it wasn't that he had wanted his life to end at all. Ian wanted a change, simply put - a good one; one that when he woke up in the morning he could think back happily and say to himself ‘boy, I’m glad I’m still not dead. Thank goodness for that good thing that happened’.
Rose looks up axiously, she felt the dirt and gravel underneath the path as she walks down the road to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her cousin is by her side, he squeezes her shoulder comfortingly. They arrive at the majestic castle, and they gasp in delight. Rose muses as she touches the walls, and feels a pull. She suddenly feels a bundle of emotions, all confusing her.
The voice had always been there. Not in the absurd ‘Devil and Angel’ way, no. Most of the time, it wouldn’t bug me, it stayed reserved to its place, at the back of my mind. Then there were those times when the fuse would get lit, and like an instant trigger, the voice would resurface. You might try telling me it’s Schizophrenia, but I know that’s not the case.
