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...

This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. - - T. S. Eliot "The Hollow Men" "I wanted to be scared again . . . I wanted to feel unsureagain. That's the only way I learn, the only way I feel challenged." --Connie Chung "In Germany, they first came for the communists, and I didn...

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...

Adventures of Andreus Andreus was an eight-year-old boy, who was full of hope and joy. Everyday he would wait for his father, hoping that he would come back from the war. He lived on a farm with his mother, he would help clean up, milk the cows, feed the animals, anything that needed doing around...

"Inheriting Murder" I woke up. I didn't open my eyes. I didn't want to. Natasha smiled in spite of herself. Remembering yesterday, who wouldn't? The way Marry Anne fell in that fountain in the mall after Billy pushed her, then Beth pushed Billy, and I ended up the only dry one, now that was...

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 ...

It happened for as long as I could remember. I was ten and my sister was four. I am middle- height with light brown hair, which goes blond in the summer. I have pale skin, and when the heat and sunlight touch it, my skin develops in to a sea of freckles. My sister has brown hair like mine. She is sh...

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...