One day after her market run, before leaving for work, Mother was eating porridge and radish with us. "Mingming,” she said to me, “tomorrow maybe we could have peanut butter instead of radish."
"No, Mom. We finished off the peanut butter a while ago."
Since Father left, we hardly had any goodies for breakfast. Porridge was an inexpensive combination of rice and a lot of water. Picked vegetable added flavor. As an alternative, peanut butter mixed with salt and a little water could enhance our breakfast. "On my way home, I saw that the store in the street corner was selling peanut butter,” Mom said.
"Oh. Why didn't you get some?"
"There was a long line, and I can't be late for work. Maybe you can go to buy some after breakfast.”
I gulped down
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It was a cold, windy deep-winter day when we were called upon to serve the families of servicemen. Gathering outside of our school playground, our class was divided into several groups. Three girls and I walked to a nearby house. A sign declaring, “Honored Family,” in large inked black characters on red paper was posted at the front door. We were there to clean the windows.
Before I left home, Mother instructed me to dress as warmly as possible. I wore a thick coat with a cotton-filled liner. I also had a thick scarf wrapped around my neck and ears.
The house was a typical old Shikumen with no indoor plumbing. The only water coming from an outside faucet was icy. We used damp towels to clean the windows. No one had rubber gloves, and I hand-washed the cloth in a big metal bucket. After painful stinging, the freezing water numbed my fingers. But I could not stop working because I refused to appear less capable than others. I determined to be as strong as my father had asked me to be.
I laid my frozen hand on the towel and continued wiping the front window. My hands felt nothing and all sensation disappeared. Next thing I knew, the world started spinning and my vision blurred. Sparks and dark shadows crept in front of my eyes, and then everything went
It’s still dark outside, so it must be real early in the morning. Ma is heating up some milk on the stove. My little brother is beside me still foggy and stirring awake. Our breakfast was the same as any other: milk and bread. Sometimes, if we were lucky, Ma would come home from town with butter, but that was only for special occasions.
All I could see was black. What just happened? Where am I? Am I hurt? When I was able to think straight I realized where I was.
As all this was happening, It was like I could see myself. I looked down at my face and tears were streaming, I was trying to move my arms and legs, but they were not moving. I had stopped
Another scream was the cure to my paralysis. I sprinted as fast as i could down my steps to find the source of the voice, which i found; my mom searching for me. Together, we ran out the back door of my house into the cold of winter, and laid our eyes upon our home. My brothers were staying in a house above the garage and met us out there.
The summer of 2016 my family and I took a road trip to Colorado. Colorado reminded me a lot of Minnesota but on a big Mountain. There are river valleys that are 1,250 feet deep to mountains that are 14,114 feet high. I climbed a mountain in Glenwood Canyon.
Everybody knows that there are four seasons, and everyone has their favorite one out of all of them. Mine is when the woods turns into a coloring book of orange and red, when I put a nice warm batch of hot co-co on the stove, and were all of my family comes together every year. My favorite season is fall. My favorite hobby is hunting.
I was screaming, flying. Tumbling. Glass sprayed like a thousand knives, and the world had no up or down. The fear was so complete it webbed together our screams and motion. Blinding white heat and light.
“There is six feet of snow outside, and I am freezing in here, can we add more wood to the fire,” asked Cortana. “You know there was not always snow, there was a point in time when it was only green grass all year long,” stated Siri. “Funny one, and how would you know about that?” asked Cortana “Cause I lived through it all, here sit down and I will tell you about it.”
As time passed, I seemed caught in a rigid routine. When I woke, my crazies made it hard to shower. During the day, I worked as an accountant for two small businesses in town. After work I came home, got high, and sat alone in my house. At night I watched Johnny Carson, and on the weekends, I visited my Aunt Claudia.
I could feel the warm blood on my hands and in the distance I heard the rev of an engine as it was started and driven
My mind felt like nothing would go right if I was still here. My heart had a shattering feel as if a fast bat had swung through what felt like glass ribs not caring what was in it’s way. “GET UP” “please no” the police I saw in the corner of my eye. next thing I know I’m in front of a blinding white light. “How could this happen”?
My fingers felt like needles were jabbing into them. My fingers gave way. My hurting head imagined hit the hard floor, but i was really falling through the air. The wind pounding on my neck made it feel like my head was going to shatter. I hit the ending point of my plummet.
My vision cleared and focused. My senses became heightened: I could hear my heart pulsing wearily in my ears, and my breathing sounded like a howling wind. I could feel my limbs — my arms and legs, and my fingers and toes — but when I tried to move, I
It was a chilly morning, and the cold air blew on my face. It was ice cold outside going from my car until, I finally walked into my school Emily G. Johns in Plano, IL. I was heading to my fourth grade homeroom. My homeroom teacher told us to write down our work for the day, in our planner. Then, all of a sudden the bell rang, and it was time for my accelerated math class.
It felt like the lids to my eyes where being forced open while cans of salt pored into them. I moved my arms in front of me to act as my eyes and I could feel my flesh grinding and oozing as though it was replaced with something fowl. With chard fingers I felt around my face, feeling the skin that protected my eyes, now as sharp as trillions of infinite razor blades. I opened my eyes once more and the light’s intensity burned into my eyes, but I could endure. I held my hands out once more hiding my eyes from the intense light.