Rose City Revolver
I was 18 the first time I flew to Las Vegas. Just out of high school with no direction at all except the guiding light that time in my life—God. 1,363 more words
6 days, 2 hours
You are desperately running down the street trying to get away. You hear shouting behind you. They are getting closer. You have no idea what to do next. 845 more words
1 week, 3 days
The Write Spot
(Descriptive essay assignment)
One of my favorite places to go is the outdoor balcony in the back of my house. It is about ten to fifteen feet in the air, which means you look out from about fifteen to twenty feet in the air. 594 more words
1 month, 3 weeks
A Quixotic Life
I remember it like it was yesterday.
Probably because it was just a few months ago.
After the crushing realization that my English professor was not impressed by vivid descriptions of the mountain and main street I called home for a summer. 448 more words
1 month, 4 weeks