I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPELL PROSE version II There are many ways to write something like this, obviously you can tell by the title, that the first one didn't work. Let's go ahead and change format. I'm doing this journal-style. I'm alleviating the flair for the dramat...

Chapter 1 I awoke. There was a crash on the main deck. I heard a loud crack from above. I ran up the stairs and what I saw shocked me. The small wooden boat was completely in flames! "Help, help, somebody please!" I slowly moved toward the sound being careful not to get ...

Sherwood Anderson's, "I Want to Know Why" tells a story about how a boy's innocence was lost when the realization of life and mankind's grim realities were discovered. The boy told this story as a narrator with a first person point of view. As a boy, the narrator grew u...

Now & Then When I was a little girl thing seemed so much easier. There were no worries. Life went whatever direction I wanted it to. I could run around all day with my brothers, get in trouble, get a whipping, and get back up and get in more trouble within the next 5-minutes. Life was exactly wh...

Part I: The Tao Of Dani Time is an illusion because there is no real truth to it. It has never been proven to exist. It was made up by the Romans or the Babylonians thousands of years ago so farmers could meet on a hill top at 1 in the afternoon because one farmer's wife had a ...

With an exhausted sigh, Dirk Crozier unlocked the door to his business office at exactly 8:53 to begin another night of work. As he walked through the doorway, he threw his hat in the general direction of his coatrack. It missed, of course, but Crozier didn't bother to pick it up. He car...

My name is John Doe. I have decided to start a journal of poems as an outlet for all my feelings that I have experienced. I know that they are probably not the best that have ever been written but they are a way to let the emotions out. I can not keep so many things bottled up inside me. I suff...

My Dearest Emelye, You have only just left my chamber a short time ago, but I can still smell the essence of you lingering in the air. I can still feel your caring hands caressing my face and arms as you tried to bring comfort to me in these last hours. The ghost of your presence soothes my soul ...

High school is a boot camp I walked into his office. The look on his face was distasteful. He made me feel inferior to him. Not the way you should feel around your high school principal. I didn't feel welcome, or even accepted. His beady eyes burned holes in my skin. I sat. He gazed into my ...

Heroes... Do they even exist? What do we know about them? How are they made if so? I could keep going on with questions but I think that we all have a different definition of a hero; well what is the general definition of a superhero? In mythology and legend, a man, often of divine ancestry, who is...

"This has got to be the most boring thing in my life" Michelle said as her and Cassy followed the band around the museum. "I totally agree and I always thought this place would be interesting." The girls had been literally forced to follow the band around that day at the Rock and Roll hall of Fame. ...

Buzz, buzz, buzz, boy I wish he would turn that alarm off, it's just so not a pleasant way to wake up. My master does some silly things. Well I do have to go to the bathroom, so I should get up. I can't wait to see what other animals entered my yard last night as I slept. Sniff, sniff... ...

The play Educating Rita is about a twenty-six year old hairdresser who wants to get an education. She registers at the Open University and is assigned to a tutor called Frank. Normally, one would think that in a student-teacher relationship, the teacher would have more authority. At the outset of th...

The Dream Final Paper Praxis I Sahna Carmona It 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 r...

Love: Is it a Fairytale? "Love is...an all consuming emotion that encompasses your entire being.... love is pain and regret and contentment and overjoyment and friendship...love is the sweet and the sour.... love is the one thing that we as people all have the capacity to feel...love is the one pur...

"Linda, why don't you meet your boy friend today?" "Oh, Amy, Are you crazy? Meeting a jerk like him right before my birth day is like a nightmare." "But still¡¡ It's your 20th birth day. Why don't you just call him then?" My boy friend, John, he has been acting like a jerk since when we were you...

Dear Dad, I know that you are angry and upset with me, and I understand why-but I also want to explain myself to you. I am too uncomfortable to talk with you in person and I thought that, by writing you a letter, I could say what I needed to say without either one of us getting too upset or fighting...

Who am I? I can not believe mama, no way did this ever happen? No wonder papa was never close to me, and threw me out when I was pregnant. Mama and papa always used to say how much I had disgraced the family name. I can not believe it. Mama was so rude to me, how dare her. After all she had done wor...

Have you ever experienced that feeling of a complete adrenaline rush? Or that feeling like your stomach might just escape your body through means of your mouth? If you know what I am talking about, you know all about it. It is the most breath taking experience you will probably ever feel in you life...

If anyone asked you what is the last thing you would like to do before you died; what would you say. Some odd years from now when I am asked that question, I hope to say nothing. "I did it all". So many people go through a lifetime saying, "if only I had said how I fell" or &quo...

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...

Finding Your Identity Knowing the fact that no human could be perfect, my determination to accomplish the impossible was merely unstoppable. I would never be satisfied with any of my accomplishments for they were never perfect enough. Instead of giving myself a pat on the back for the amount ...

Finding Your Identity Knowing the fact that no human could be perfect, my determination to accomplish the impossible was merely unstoppable. I would never be satisfied with any of my accomplishments for they were never perfect enough. Instead of giving myself a pat on the back for the amount ...

An Unforgettable Memory Photographs are simply frozen moments in time. They are still memories, telling without words a story from the past. These are memories that seen in the future cause thoughts of "what if", "what could've happened," or "what didn'...

Walking back down the long dusty path into an experience of a life time, knowing I can't go back. I've left my world behind me, troubles, truths, love, hates. The only things that accompany me on my way are the memories of all the good and bad things that have happened to me. The only thin...