Her heart was beating a million times a minute. She tried to lay still but she started to hear footsteps. The steps began to get louder and louder. And before she knew it the end of the rug closest to her was starting to shake. She quickly got up, with the rug still over her, and ran with all her might. “BOM!” “BOM!” She heard something smashing the floor with big thumps.…
Chica’s head rested in my lap while the rest of her was splayed out on the couch. She knew that there was the no couch rule, but Mark never really enforced it, so Chica would find always find herself comfortable on the couch. She was completely unaware of the puffs of fur she would leave behind everywhere she walked. Lucky for Chica, she was the cutest pup in the whole world so she and her fur could lay anywhere she wanted. I mindlessly rubbed her head as I took a sip of my tea and looked through the window into the backyard. The beautiful mountains of Los Angeles within view. I breathed out a sigh of happiness. The world was quiet and calm. A loud scream pierced the air, breaking the peace and quiet I was enjoying. Chica lifted her head and began to wag her tail, she knew that was her beloved owner screaming at some game.…
“Get over”, he intoned. “How?” The man had no answer and allowed silence to rejoin the conversation. He was wrestled from his thoughts by the shattering of the silence. A loud growl came from behind them. A beast crawled from around the corner of the street. Men were shouting loud and delirious sounds, like some strange, new language. They saw the family. “Run,” the man gasped. “RUN!” They turned and fled like rats. Their derelict shoes beat against harsh grey, but they were no match for the beast that roared after them. The women’s legs, carrying both her and the young child, began to slow. The man watched as she started to fall behind. Fear struck. He could not watch the two things that he loved most in the world killed. He turned. Facing the beast. “Run,” he said in a calm voice. He ran at the beast. It roared at him. Fear led to death. His greatest compassion was death. That was the last she saw of her…
“His name is Fuzzy, and you have to promise to take good care of him, alright?” She nodded, her curly pigtails bobbing along. I handed Fuzzy to her and she immediately placed him carefully in the front pocket of her overalls. I couldn’t help but give a smile as she ran back towards Mama, shouting, “Looky! Looky!”.…
The old delusional lady snatched the paw away from his grasp, mumbling excitedly to herself she held the paw tight and said fiercely ‘I wish my son alive again.’ She frequently repeated it over and over until it became a jumbled chant; when suddenly a slow but insistent knock rang through the desolate house.…
Her German Shepard’s scruffy tail wagged from side to side as he raced away from Anna.…
I awoke to the noise of Cato screaming as if he were being pulled apart by the limbs. My father soon yelling, “Agrippa! Get up and comfort your brother!” I was tempted to point out that I felt he should not be my responsibility, but I would most likely be punished for speaking out of turn. I slowly walked over to the baby as I realized that it was still dark outside.…
The Autism Spectrum Disorder is a very misunderstood health conception. Also this health disorder affects an individuals ' social interaction due to the prolonged emotional,behavioral and physical conditions it carries. Learning about the different types of Autism will assist in better understanding this disorder.…
Strangely enough, the wolves hadn’t moved, they just stared. As the lynx passed through, leaping across the snow, she stumbled upon a white wolf pup with black markings on its snout. The baby lifted its furry chin, panting and digging out of the trench it had fallen in. “Well hello there, little one!” Her soft voice purred at the pup as she gave a toothy grin.…
I am an average 16 year who just can’t wait to grow up and face the real world and not have to worry about any rules or restrictions. On January 12th, 1996, my parents named me Asmaa, so I have to stick with that name for the rest of my life. Personally, I like the name because it’s the name of a very great person; more of a hero in Islam. Names in my family go with a pattern; but this only goes for girls. The pattern is the double ‘A’ at the end of the name. Shaymaa is the leader of the tribe yet she doesn’t control any of us. Next in line are me and my twin sister Alyaa. We are the decision makers in the household, everyone takes our opinion before doing anything or taking any steps .I would like to mention that I am the older twin; but that doesn’t really help me in anyway because she is treated as the ‘wiser one’. I am known as the smiley easy going twin and Alyaa is known as the serious harsher twin. There are 5 years between Omar and me, which makes me the mature older sister that he could come to for advice. Esraa is the little seven year old diva of the house. She likes to imitate models and celebrities and act like she rules the planet. The sixth child is five year old Tarek who just entered grade one this September. He believes that the world can’t survive without superheroes. Last but certainly not least is my life and my smile, the little flower of the house; Alaa. She is a year and 3 months old. In my mind; she completes the package very well. We kids call ourselves The Power of Seven. We’re 5 girls against 2 guys. Fortunately for us girls, we gang up against the guys and we always get what we want. The girls rule the house because they know how to fight for what they want, they know how to put up a good argument, and plus they’re the majority. Speaking of majority, I am two years away from being an official adult and getting the right to vote; a year and 4 months and day to be exact. I really want…
They say curiosity killed the cat, expressing that it’s dangerous and extremely risky being curious because it can get you put in difficult situations. But for me, curiosity has gotten me to places in my life that I never thought imaginable. Curiosity gives me the courage to take a risk and more times than not, ends up helping me. It’s that, “I wonder what would happen if…” that inspires us to make decisions every single day whether we know it or not. Sometimes the smallest event changes the way you think about life for the rest of your life, just like it did to me.…
Do you ever wonder if the resources we depend on today, such as oil and coal, will someday run out? In eighth grade I took a field trip to a wind farm in Minnesota and learned a lot about the wind turbines and how they are a renewable energy source. We had been learning about fossil fuels and alternative energy sources in Earth Science class. The trip made me realize that someday we may run out of fossil fuels and society needs to utilize renewable energy sources. As a result of that trip, I try to stay informed on solar energy and wind energy, so I can someday harness my own renewable energy and become less dependent on oil and coal.…
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon in Philadelphia. The air was fresh and the fog was…
Life is full of surprises and difficulties. A twist of fate can make your life miserable or blooming as the spring flower.…
They say ‘’who lives sees, but who travels sees more.’’ When my family decided to take a trip to the Dominican Republic, I realized this is true. My father who is Dominican and my mother is Haitian both came to America. They faced many hardships as they adapted to lifestyle changes. My parents always wanted my sister and I to see how it is growing outside of US.…