It was a bright sunny day. I decided to go to the South East Library. As I entered, my mother saw a flyer for a teen drama camp. The flyer read: Come to Lake Arlington Branch Library to get the basics in acting, fun with other kids, and a chance to perform a play I thought about it for a while, and came to the conclusion, I’ll do it. Tuesday I arrived at 1:00 pm to the Lake Arlington Library. I found myself surrounded by kids in an itty bity room. There were at least twenty teenagers and one…
Hey Em! There is a point to your piece. It’s sort of like a memoir about a trip. It shows your experiences and talks about your feelings. Those are valuable in memoirs. People appreciated when you open up to them. I would include some stories though. Maybe a conversation you have had with someone local. You were talking about cultural differences and that’s another point your memoir or memory (memoir is really a collection of memories) has. The way I see one has to explore a lot as a writer to…
Her sisters are gone. One dead, one evil and disappeared. Her partner 's gone. Doc and Nicole gone, too, to look for evil Waverly or good Waverly or both, and they 're all gone. Wynonna figures she 's on hour number too hundred of this god-awful, wretched day and she can only think of one thing to do. So she sits in the dark corner of the bar and she drinks. And she drinks. And she drinks. And nobody stops her from drinking, (as if they could), and when the bar finally closes it 's just as…
The Bloody Soccer ball I was running out of breathe. I was pretty good at sprinting, but I felt like I was running a marathon. I couldn’t see him but I heard him and he wasn’t far. I saw something in front of me, but I couldn’t stop. This morning my friends and I were playing an intense game of soccer on the soccer field on my son’s school. Everyday my son comes home from school telling me that the field has something wrong with it and I shouldn’t go on it, but I didn’t care about what he said…
Chapter Nine The Blade of the Righteous We stood a craggy cliff, overlooking the sea. Flashes of sunset bounced off the water’s surface far below, turning everything the color of honey. I nudged Emma’s arm. “Look.” “That’s not the king’s castle,” she said. “It’s a house.” “But if you look close you’ll notice it’s surrounded by green grass and lush trees,” I said. Her eyes lit up. “You’re right.” “Hmm,” Cotton said, stroking his long beard. “It’s beautiful. But it wasn’t on the map. I don’t…
I have taken the class “Introduction of Theatre.” I was surprised that we all are required to do the creative project and presentation. The professor assigned every student to choose the topic relating to class materials and inspiring us as well. It was very hard to decide when I initially thought about it because there are many areas of theatre materials that are interesting. Throughout the whole paper, I would present the process and the significant reflection on creating the creative project…
I turn on my laptop and login to PiratesNet. I click on the blue, underlined link titled “Transcript/Grades” and select the appropriate name of my college, MJC. The link says the transcript was unofficial, but that didn’t matter to me. I just wanted to know how my grades are doing so far. As I wait patiently for the page to load, I notices something was off. My grades were doing poorly even though I’ve been working my butt off in all my classes. How could I let this happen? Why am I doing so…
I Believe Speech: Knowing that you know, that you know Knowing that you know, that you know, is a mouthful agreed but what is it that I mean when I say that? You have to break it down one by one. So everyone agrees that you are sitting here in a college classroom listening to me speak? So if you say yes to that? Then essentially everyone is agreeing that you know this to be true. That is the “first knowing”. Now how do you know that to be true? Well break it down, how do you know…
Four minutes till action and I can feel the bile rising in my throat. The acid scorching my my throat, making breathing more than a chore.My body is in limpo as every inch of my muscles twitch in anticipation as my body is immobile. My short breaths are helping the adrenaline courses through my body faster. My eyes are going blurry from lack of blinking. I can smell the crisp air on my face, thats just cool enough to keep an igloo fresh. The humm of the air conditioner above is the only thing…
It was a warm summer night when I pulled up in my blue Corvette convertible to pick up my boyfriend, Coleton. To my surprise, he was already standing outside, dressed to kill, as usual, but there was a string of cars lined up along the curb. He motioned for me to pull in front of the cars; seemingly, trying to prevent me from seeing what was going on. I’d heard a lot of talk about Coleton being a pimp and drug dealer, but he has a regular 9 to 5 so I allowed myself to believe this talk was…