… the saying “the truth hurts” more times than I can count. I agree with this statement, for I believe my greatest moment of truth caused me the greatest pain. This is when I realized that my first love was my worst love. Unfortunately,…

… catch the distinct scent of smoke and follow the smell to the kitchen, where I find that the coffee maker has exploded. The fire is spreading fast, swiftly crawling and swirling up the thick curtains and wood paneling in our kitchen. I know there is…

… in a magazine that looked even vaguely like you looking back? Most magazines are made to sell a fantasy of what we're supposed to be. They reflect what society deems to be a standard, however unattainable that standard is. That doesn't mean you…

… best friends. She was dressed head to toe in the latest gear. Her shoes were black patent boots with a slight heel and glistened silver in the bright artificial light. Her silver pants had a slight flare to them, flowing around her boots and accentuat…

… reasons. Captain Queeg Have you ever been acquainted with a person who makes a lifelong impact? A person who, although the exact opposite you in every aspect, showed you the right path to take? Someone with whom your life would be entirely differ…

… fair is a common complaint that we all know is frequently heard. Consider a situation that seems grossly unjust. Explain the reasons and propose a solution for the situation you describe. Life is something which God has given us, in this fast…

… Ocean, is a place called Lauropia, a wonderful society. It is always peaceful and nothing bad ever happens on the island. The island's air is always fresh and free of any toxins or pollution. Temperature on the South side of Lauropia is always warm…

… 1999 A gross and sickening introspective look into the mind of a truly demented person.. You better believe.. C'mon mothers, set your children free. Let them run with us, in the forests and the streams. Let them dwell amongst us, may we all get…

… bone bag, the toe resting on his chin. I think, I hate this wet heat he breathes. At least there is no rain in it--for now. I hate his elusive sky, too. A sky filled with foliage, unlike the limbs and leaves of the hickory or oak trees back home. "…

… Maybe it is right that I found my way here, a place where life has lost its plan, its blueprint. A land, I thought, so rich with promise when first I saw it. I saw diversity and young life springing from the ground. Only now I see the truth;…