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Snow full of broken hearts by Autumn Nelson The snow was falling lightly on the road. Music was playing softly, laughter filling the air. In a blink of an eye, the music became screeching tires, and the laughter became petrified screams. Shards of glass hitting my face in all directions. The horrible sensation of my spine being crushed by the metal. It started to snow around one that afternoon in New Haven, Connecticut. It made the Christmas season so wonderful and peaceful. I was helping

There is an accident on the 405 so we take PCH. I look at the window, into the sea. I am looking for dolphins or whales, but I have never seen a whale from this road. Once, when we were driving to Summer Nationals, Dad offered me two-bucks if I saw a whale. We drive past La Conchita. La Conchita is a small town that was built at the bottom of a mountain. Last year a mud slide burried half-a-dozen houses. Eight people died, suffocated in mud and debris. You can still see the mountains of mud and the

Cadence Sinclair Eastman suffers from amnesia everyday of her life after the accident occurred. She has extremely little memory of what happened that day. Cadence tries to remember the details of her accident and piece it back together, like a huge puzzle she has to remember on her own. Cadence lies awake in her room day by night feeling the excruciating pain her accident left behind. She asks her mother everyday what happened, but she can never remember what her mom tells her. Why did she go into

The crisp, chilly air finds a way into the supposedly tightly sealed windows of the bus. The sky is dark—the most deep, mysterious blue you’ve ever seen. Only the rim of purples and pinks that surround the mountains in a bright, colorful ring tell you the sun is rising. You hear the muted chatter and laughter of teenage girls. The rough, yet warm seat covers rub against your back. You can smell the brisk spring air; it reminds you of the morning dew, frost, and the wind on your cheeks. The ride to

I arrive at his house and I was asked to follow him as he answered my first question, “When did you start drawing?” “I’ve been drawing since I could pick up a pencil,” said Ryan. Down a hallway there is a room to the left and I am asked to go in. The room is a mess, pencils, color pencils, brushes and art everywhere. The messy room is not new to me; we have been good friends for a very long time. Ryan Muñoz is a young artist in the making who has had an interest in art since a very early. “Everyone

“Good character is not formed in a week or a month. It is created little by little, day by day. Protracted and patient effort is needed to develop good character” (Heraclitus). In every novel, there is always a special and significant character that all readers will notice and impressed by. In the book The Chosen, a boy named Reuven Malter had impressed many readers of all age groups. His distinctive characters are shown throughout the incidents that had happened in the book. Many people appreciate

In the play Kim’s Convenience, the store has always been at the heart of the discussion. Time again, Appa made it clear that he wants his children to one day take over and continue the family business. His expectations seem to linger throughout the story, never letting go and always finding Its way into the conversation. However, the problem within the Kim family touches on the internal conflict that people from all walks of life have once seen or felt. The dialogue about character provides an inspiring

Orson Welles’s debut on a big screen, “Citizen Kane,” undoubtedly could be considered as one of the greatest masterpieces of the world cinematography. “Citizen Kane” was highly appraised both by the critics and the general audience, nominated for Academy Awards in nine categories and even topped the list of the greatest films of all times by the American Film Institute. The film was created in 1941, and it contained innovative visual and musical techniques as well as revolutionary plot, which has

Welcome! Citizens of Oceania, welcome. I know that there has been some speculation regarding my existence and my whereabouts. Know that even though none of you have seen me before, I have always been watching you. Whenever you see a poster that reads, “Big Brother is watching you,” know that this is the absolute truth, and anyone who says otherwise is revocable. I am certain that some of you might feel lost, and I am here to erase any doubts you have. I am here today to help each and every one of

After few days arriving to back America, steel I have this horrible and depressing feelings about knowledgeable of my own son is suicide. Why he is suicided? Why he didn’t wanted to with us ? What happened with my son ? Why he leave us and don’t want help me and be heir of my Company business ? The plan to bring back my son to America to our family where fail. I try to find Dicky’s friend Thomas Ripley. That I think I made decision sending Tom to Italy and pay his traveling. Thomas Ripley

[ looking up at the moon through the jail cell window ] I have been stripped of all my senses [ pause ]. I now know what true isolation feels like, this sense of loneliness. This place of darkness but for the moonlight seeping through the bars. Elizabeth who are you? [ pause ] Sitting here in this jail cell with the child I will soon bear. I have nothing left. NOTHING [ slam desk ] The name Proctor comes with such heavyweight accompanied with the pressure of maintaining reputation [pause ], the reputation

“Well Adam, it doesn 't seem like you 're feeling up to leaving today, are you sure you want to wait to go home tomorrow?” My nurse Jackie said. I laughed, “That 's quite the joke Jackie, I think I 'll leave today I can 't stay another day.” Jackie extended her small hand towards my arm, “Okay, I 'll help you up and walk you out” “No, if I 'm going to leave I need to do it myself. Thank you, though.” I said while grasping the handles of my hospital bed. After four weeks in the hospital, my body

You gotta get out, I told her. What? Leave. Get out. Your face was there in my brain, your face was my face. Fuck you, she said. Spit came out of her mouth and landed on her chin. She leaned in before she opened the door. You’re just like him. You’re shit. You’re both shit. Something moved inside my stomach. A slimy worm that was trying to make a home there. I put back on my shirt and boxers, drove home without my jeans on and her words repeating in my head. I wished you were there after

/N). Get in the damn plane.” Poe was getting slightly frustrated now, watching as you hesitated away, your arms crossed tightly to your chest. “I think I’ll walk to Jakku,” you said quietly, Poe now staring at you in disbelief. “I can’t believe General Organa chose you, out of everyone, to help me with this mission,” he began walking towards you, “and it’s impossible to walk to Jakku.” “Watch me!” Poe grabbed you with ease, rolling his eyes at your attempt to wrestle out of his grasp, hauling

I woke up, seeing all black. I felt the rocky, texture of the ground. Next to me, was Mr. Jacks. “How did you get out?” I said dazed with confusion. “Um,” he stuttered, “I found a uh, soft spot in the forcefield, and um, slipped out!” he said, sounding impressed with himself and the lies i knew, and was suspicious of. However, I just ignored it. “Where are we, this is like nothing i've never seen before.” I said. “I don't know Kate.” Mr. Jacks said. I could tell he had been lying by the way

6 years ago, I walked into a small restaurant with my best friend, Jillian, and her parents. Once we were seated, I looked around and saw a man dressed in a green camo uniform, constrained in a wheelchair. Upon further inspection, I realized this man was also missing his left arm. My friend’s dad, Chris, left the table, approaching the man. When he reached the table, he reached out towards the man, shaking his hand. The restaurant was pretty empty, so I could make out the words that Chris spoke

At night I got in bed and fell asleep early. In the middle of the night I woke up and at the corner of my room close to the window he was standing there. He pulled his hoodie off as he stared at me pulling out a cigarette and lighted on. “Kevin, I'm here to take care of you.” His head was a skull and as he was talking he inhaled all the smoke in then exhaled it out as the cigarette tip light on. “Look, I don't have time to explain you everything right now. I will explain everything later.” I was

Cadet of the Month Have you ever been so terrified you wanted to cry, scream, and throw up at the same time? In March of 2016, I was selected to be my company’s representative for Cadet of the Month. I would answer questions about the JROTC curriculum and uniforms. Let’s just say, I was not at all thrilled. It was a normal day in JROTC, taking notes from the book, learning new vocab, listening to Sergeant Bush talk about leadership or something. Suddenly, Sergeant Major enters the room and asks

“Among other roles, she became the president of the Elizabeth Fry Society - an organisation committed to providing a support system for newly released women prisoners. 61 In 1971, she was appointed the original executive director of the Committee for an Independent Canada. Much of her pre-legislative career, therefore, was spent as an official in the national office of the Progressive Conservative Party. According to Kornberg, stalwarts perform ‘memory, intelligence and communications functions on

According to all laws of aviation, the bee should not be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway, because bees don’t care what humans think is impossible. If you have ever seen the bee movie you would know that when the bees were not pollinating the flowers, trees, and all other plants suffered. Even though the movie is animated, it is a great representation of what our environment would look like without bees. The bee population