COCK, CLICK, RELEASE
A shot. A blow on the job.
A stunt pulled off when Jealousy runs its course or lust.
Bursting out of the gun like the discharge from a cause.
Soft or strong , made to kill or solely for the reward.
Cocked, clicked, release and the one
Whether we admit to not being good enough or lonely does not take away what we want
to feel. There might be other ways to come off stronger but admittance is certainly not one of
them. This is why when I told my mother I was moleste
Pain And Failed Dreams
Pain and dreams, whether there is little or no similarity in the meaning they represent, one notion
inextricably binds them - they can compel people to pretty remarkable places. Mans dreams for
the future is his driving
Michelangelo (Howard Hibbard)
In the book, Michelangelo by Howard Hibbard, the author tries to recognize
Michelangelo as an artistic legend who impacted the world with his unforgettable works of life.
He goes ahead to inform the readers about Michelangelo
I have never been certain where the balance lies between feeling cool, up- to- date, freespirited but still modest and just been outright crazy. Maybe I was never interested in finding out.
Trying to be everyone else has never been my i
THE PERFECT STORM
We are all running to the scene, horrific sight.
The storm has finally reached our path
We have prepared for days like this
Not this one.
Can you imagine?
Who would have ever thought?
We wheeled the sufferers in.
I remind myself
I leave my apartment and tiptoe downstairs. I glance around to see if anyone is watching.
I am not a criminal but I have to be careful of one. News about homicide and rape has
skyrocketed these past five weeks. I arrive at the dumpster and see wh
English 3800 (Introduction to Creative Writing) Essay Three
First, write on only one of the five topics/titles below;
Second, compose a multi-paragraph essay that has an average length of six double-spaced pages,
excluding the work cited page
Be it bright mornings or cloudy skies at sunset,
What beautiful days we shared
When my hands planted in yours
When our eyes gleefully stare
at the whirling wind swooping up garbage.
chanted her guts from the hilltop.
The leaves danced, chi