The Perfect Story_The Miracle_Kent State Massacre, 50th anniversary_SMILEY-FACE BALLOON
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The Perfect Story
He finally made it up the tower, and there was the princess sleeping peacefully. He leaned in to kiss her. "Whatcha doing?" my best friend Sam startled me. I was in the middle of writing my masterpieace a fantasy-romance. Sam (Samantha) is my best friend we have been friends since kindergarden. There is always one kid who dresses werid and that would be Sam. Sam looks like a fairy princess dressed in pleasant blouses and long skirts. You wouldn't believe by looking at her that she is a tomboy. Her mom is a hippie and buys all of her clothes, and has the strange notion that girls should wear sk...
The Miracle
It was a typical brisk September morning as the alarm went off at 7am. Laurence wasn’t normally an early morning person but today he was going to spend the morning. His dad, Christian worked in a law firm based on the second floor of the South Tower in the world trade centre as for his mom, Mary was a teacher in a school for autistic children. As Laurence started to get dressed he could hear his dad attempting to sing in the shower shaking his head Laurence walked over to towards the calendar hanging behind the door crossing off today’s date Tuesday September 11th 2001 only one more day till h...
Kent State Massacre, 50th anniversary
The anniversary was as painful to him that day as it had been last year and the year before. It was as if no amount of time could heal the wound he suffered on May 4th, fifty years ago. He stopped on the path to Taylor Hall to let the ache in his stump calm down, it had been a long walk to his destination and what remained of his leg always complained. Yes he suffered from PTSD, but even that didn’t compare with the emotional damage caused by what happened down there on the field. An incident remembered in such terrible detail that the images were burned into his mind.It was a protest, one of ...
SMILEY-FACE BALLOON
I'm in Kitty's house again.I'm always in Kitty's house at this time: one P.M. on a Wednesday after my mother drives off to her night classes in her gassy olive green car. Kitty and I like to watch her ride away, as she sticks one hand out of the car window and yells "Bye, Caleb" until she's just driving in a www.onedoor.ccsmall mossy dot on the town's horizon.Today isn't drastically different. Mom drives away, and Kitty turns to me nonchalantly. Her long black braids swing with her head."She still calls you Caleb?" Kitty asks, walking to the backyard and telepathically beckoning me to follow her."Yeah," I ...