... skiing and the atmosphere around it and were not as enthusiastic toward the surroundings as I was. Their calls became louder, with annoyance. I stepped up to the edge of a great slope. The steepness of this colossal block of snow I stood upon, was frightening. The only was to go was down. I took a deep breath with no worries, for this was not the first time I was confronted with a suicide mission. In a heartbeat, the exhilarating feeling of going downhill on a pair of thin skis took over. The breeze rushed through my hair and flew vigorously. Veering left and right, dodging inanimate objects, and racing with my buddies at the same time was truly a thrilling ...
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... in their high school English classes someday. To me, he will always be Nick…or Funkula. Over a bottle of port, we created tunes until the shadows outside became trees and houses once again. Inspiration for a new song was never more than a glance to the sky away for Nick. He savored his forte- clever, witty social and spiritual observations. On this particular night, however, we rewrote the words to an old 80’s song that could not have been that good because none of us could remember the words, title, or artist who performed it. We knew the tune however, and the green light reaching down from overhead was enough to lead us through an improvisation that we happe ...
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... strawberries, and perfectly round indigo blueberries-it made my mouth salivate, and I knew that I had to taste one. As I edged toward my seat, I noticed Little Ceasars advertising grease puddled on top pepperoni pizza and a frothy mug; emersed with crisp cold beer…this teased my temptation. With only a few dollars left, and my arms filled with delectable treats, I finally reached gate 201. I pushed the heavy blue drapery to my side. Standing in awe, my eyes scanned the gigantic arena. Everyone, including myself could feel the anxiety dripping from the air. Music blared, colored television screens lit up "Let's go Wings" and fans swung their red and white s ...
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... until her parents made her go do the chores. After the Holstein cows were milked, she once again fixed herself in front of the noise box. My mother was mesmerized by the disturbing set of events. In all her years, she had never experienced anything this horrible. She sat, glued to her spot in front of the television, and cried. Over and over again, she watched the replay of the shooting and would cry some more. Walter Cronkite’s voice echoed throughout her modest home, repeatedly recounting the tragedy. Two days later, her entire family gathered at her grandmother’s home for dinner. My mother refused to join them. Instead, she sat fixated to the televis ...
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... playful technique. They were periodically mistaken for the wrong gender. They never wore matching outfits and they looked differently. They frequently played together, careful not to leave one out. They had fights here and there, but never stayed mad for a long time. They cared for each other sincerely. They both joined soccer teams at the age of six or seven. And when it was time to begin school, they shared a special bond. Sean went to first grade through fourth with his sister at Glenwood School. He still played soccer with his friends. But then they changed to Saint Joseph School before fifth grade. Sean's younger sister named Casey was attending First grad ...
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... every body hurried out. “Why are you in the train and where's your m other?” Lucinda asked. “My mother said that I was old enough to take care of my self. So my mother sat me on the train and said that if there came any of the cruel men I should hurry out, and I don't believe in Santa. But if you do he properly heard you lien, I'm 7” Jason said “Would you like to buy some christmaspresents with me?” Lucinda asked. “I don't know -maybe some of the shopasistents will recognise me, and I'm really not supposed to go with strangers” Jason said. “Well, only you can decide if I'm a stranger” Lucinda said very tempting. “My feets hurt” Jason complained. “I'm sorry, I ...
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... the memories all the special events throughout the year. For example, inside the yearbook of 1998, there were pictures of Homecoming, Winter Formal, Prom, and sport events. Furthermore, the yearbook must have picture of each student individually, teachers, staff, etc. I found it on the bookshelf in my room and withdrew it from the shelf. I placed it on my study desk and looked at the book cover of the yearbook. The color of the cover page was combined with many colors such as purple, green, blue, white, brown, and yellow. The title of the book for 1998 was In Vision. There was a huge eye with the number 98 placed at the center of the front cover page. It ...
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... booth, rather than getting locked up in a crate. And here I am again she thought, back on a train. Billy grunted his “I’m bored, I want to go to sleep but you’re in my way grunt”. So Dawn scooted over and Billy lay down with his hind legs out to the side, his nose on her lap, and fell asleep. Dawn wondered why she had agreed to visit her mother and her mother’ s family in Iraq? Dawn’s mother had returned to her native homeland of Iraq when Dawn was seven years old. She has kept in touch by writing, but it’s not the same as seeing her mother’s loving smile and feeling her warm presence. In her mother’s last letter, she asked Dawn to come to her home in M ...
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... up and down a tree chasing one another. I looked deeper into the woods and saw a squirrel burying his nuts in the ground, so it will have food for over the winter. A few feet in front of me were red ants clawing all over a dead log. There were tons of them clawing all around carrying little pieces of food. All the animals where getting ready for the cold winter that is ahead of us. Across in the neighbor's backyard were birds eating from a bird feeder. I heard birds chirping then over top the birds I heard geese for off in the woods by the lake. I was lucky didn't get bitten by any bugs or flies, I guess it was because the wind was blowing. I could smell the ...
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... was that I didn't want to learn the introductory aspect of tennis, I wanted to start playing the actual game. While Suzanne and Erin were diligently practicing their forehand and backhand motions, I took private lessons focusing on my serve. Glancing their way, I would see them laughing and chatting as they walked to the clubhouse for a snack during a break. By expending all my energy on the game, I had hoped that my friends would respect my ability and that it would bring us closer together. Instead, I felt they were ostracizing me, which wasn't truly the case. Even so, Suzanne and Erin had developed a tight relationship of which I was envious. The closer th ...
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