I say a prayer. My fingers quickly find their place again and race to type my thoughts as they flood in. One sentence; two sentences; wait, no, not going to work. The passion of the idea seeps out of me as quickly as it arrived. Delete. "God, please help me out. What can I write about? What sh...

What is truth? I think, everyone has asked this question at least one in his life. It has been the main problem of many works of art. Well, "What is truth" can also be called the key problem of the novel "To kill a mockingbird" by Harper Lee. Here all the events in a small town i...

I could smell the vodka entering my lungs, surrounding my body in its evil presence. I held my knees close to my body, and rested my head upon a kneecap. The shattering glass echoed in the background, filling my ears with the calls from hell. Tears ran down the sides of my cheeks, as I tried to ho...

The DreamFinal PaperPraxis ISahna CarmonaIt was late December, the drifts were piling up in collusion against the rails of the porch. Little could be discerned above the sound of the wind, wrapping itself around the northeast corner of the house. Restless, it continued to bully what remained of th...