Eyes Left Burning and Heart Still Searching My eyes start to tingle and burn as they become covered by a blanket of smoke as I stare into the bright glow of a 4th of July bonfire. I’m relaxed and comfortable as I reclined back in my canvas lawn chair. With one hand‚ I loosely hold a dewy can of beer‚ and my other hand is tucked tightly under my knee to keep from the cool air. I close my eyes tightly trying to rid of the burning from letting myself stare far to long into the flames. They seem to
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Domestic Violence Domestic violence has been prevalent throughout history‚ quickly gaining a disheartening reality of popularity. It seems as though it has become an infinite epidemic. The same question still remains‚ though‚ for many. What is it like‚ and why can’t the victims just walk away without explanation to his or her abuser and without emotional attachment? It’s not as easy as it looks. Women who are in an abusive relationship often feel as if they deserve the
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The impending storm breeze catches the scent of the raging battle‚ characterized by the odor of blood mixed with the fresh rain. Only one town over‚ the sky is clear; the only other indication of bloodshed being the rising plumes of smoke in the distance. From distance‚ the red color seems a product of the mens’ uniforms and flags. Getting closer‚ it becomes clear that the is defined not by the soldiers’ uniforms‚ but instead by the mutilated bodies inside of them. Despite this‚ thousands fight
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He’s a young fellow‚ the comedian‚ with white socks striped in dark‚ and dark suspenders over a white T-shirt. White face‚ red nose. His MO is to take after individuals and emulate their movement without their seeing‚ to the joy of the sizeable‚ regularly evolving group of onlookers. We’re staying here on the means of the Museum‚ hot and sweat-soaked‚ watching the show. The jokester can tail anybody: a smooth lady wearing pink unsettles‚ a child with a mountain bicycle‚ a muscle-shirted man talking
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Spirit Week (Oct 5-9) kicked off this year with the classic "Pajama Day"‚ the majority of the students dressed in their adorable onesies and pajama pants. Twin day followed after‚ and the Juniors lead in winning the Spirit cup. But‚ with Homecoming and Pep Rally Day coming up on the horizon; each class determined to have more spirit and participants than the others for Spirit Week. Freshman‚ Madison Contestable‚ told us her class has enough spirit to win the Spirit Cup: "For sure. I know I do‚ I’ve
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Some people think that Haiti it is not a good country to live‚ that it Haiti has beauty in but it but those people are wrong. They never go a chance to live in this magnificent world that I live in‚ to experiment it‚ to see what’s on the other side of it. In my prospection‚ Haiti is a nice country beautiful with interesting historical facts. I see beauty in what I know is called Haiti today. As I stepped outside my porch‚ like any other day‚ to attend my morning quite-time. This day wasn’t just
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It was a typical spring day; flowers stand tall‚ soaking in the sun’s warm rays as they swing in the gentle yet crisp breeze. A song composed of chirping birds slightly overpower the sound of traffic as it is still early in the morning. Macy Jones awoke after a well rested night. Her facial expressions indicate happiness however‚ a way of reality hit‚ quickly transforming the slight smile into a deep frown. Macy Jones is not pretty‚ nor does she feel loved. She often wished her dull brown hair be
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Carina Wallace English 111 Ms. Simmerman Jan. 22‚ 2015 My Second Home I wake up to the sound of laughter downstairs‚ and the smell of fresh hot biscuits in the oven. I sit up drowsily in bed; the sun is shining through the window‚ making little patterns of light on my sheets. I rise‚ feeling the coolness of the wood floor against my feet as they touch the ground. I walk to the closet and grab my faded old jeans; I slip them on‚ buttoning the snap in one fluid movement. I pull open the top drawer
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Childhood is like a magical sand castle on the shore. One moment it is there and the next washed away by the high tide. The beach is a special place through the eyes of an innocent girl. Remembering the warm summer days spent on the beach with her family. Her favorite part is feeling the dry sand trickle through her dainty hands. She explores from day to night trying to unravel the oceans mysteries. The beach contains little things that bring her joy and childhood memories which have not been washed
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Lai Xu Per. 10 2-4-03 A House to Remember I have moved in and out of many houses throughout the years‚ but none of them were as important to me as the house in which I grew up. I must admit that this house‚ although enormous‚ was neither the nicest nor the most comfortable house‚ yet my nostalgic nature has propelled me to treasure that house above all others. Having parted it for almost ten years‚ some details of the house are out of my grasp. The memory of the house now stands as a symbol of
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