… the clock reads 2:15 left in the fourth quarter. My team is down by 3 points; we have eighty-five yards to go, and have no time outs left. I yell out the cadence and the center snaps the oblong ball into my hands. Taking a short three-step drop…

… tiny townhouse was full of hungry people, people with very different personalities, backgrounds and families who were now brought together as one family, my family. They were all counting on me to present them with a feast that was just as appealing…

… in the gym was standing at this moment, with his or her eyes fixated on the small, skinny girl, whose figure duplicated that of the microphone she was holding. Hearing her voice reminded me the birds that chirped and sang ever so delightfully to…

… differences between the American and Chinese culture and values. Aspects such as philosophy, family values, time management, individuality, and religion are just some modern examples of the many differences between these two major industrial…

… process the information from the environment and sending explanations to myself. The first I can remember doing this a lot. I was watch the other members that work in the office very closely in how they talk to each other. What kind of verbal and…

… time 4,000-1,000 BC there were two major western civilizations. Those civilizations were the Ancient Egyptians and the Mesopotamians. Many similarities exist between the civilizations of Ancient Egypt and Mesopotamia, as well as many differences.…

… is not a god as the fine philosophers of Greece once suggested. Love is something far more powerful and universal, for not all people believe in gods, yet people cannot refuse the existence of love. Instead, love is a condition of the human body that…

… of fruit, sweet and filled to its rind with a gratifying nectar that sprays into your mouth with the first bite. It’s distinct and citrus fragrance can be smelled from across the room once its soft rind has been cut. The orange’s smell is juicy…

… I asked Damian. He was sitting on my bed, disinterestedly watching me model half my wardrobe in front of the mirror. He shrugged, tendrils of smoke creeping from the corners of his mouth. “I guess.” As he spoke, a huge plume of smoke leapt from…

… “The Catbird Seat,” begins in medias res. Thurber introduces us to Mr. Erwin Martin, a structured individual entertaining thoughts of casual lunacy amongst his otherwise pedantic existence. The suspense in the short story is triggered even before the…