Since I was very young, my mother and father were always hard workers, never taking a day off. The routine was always the same. Every night when they came home from work, they’d tuck me into bed with a kiss “goodnight,” and every morning before they left for work, with a “see you soon.” The routine was drilled into me and became lonesome. 358 more words
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The question: should we let our fears control us? The answer: no.
Theme: Fear, Love, Understanding, Childhood, Fight or Flight, Possessiveness
The story will follow a bear (childhood) inside a child’s room who let’s free a disfigured rabbit trapped in a closet, taking the rabbit as a threat when it goes for the child fast asleep, the bear attacks ( 1,088 more words
*This is not an article glorifying eating disorders. Do not self diagnose, please see a professional. This is my story, and I hope this inspires you to seek help with your struggles. 1,730 more words
One day last week, I started out the day with a friend and dusty chaff in a soybean field. It was a lovely way to celebrate my favorite season: the dry plains that stretch into the horizon, the banter of voices over the radios, the roar of machinery, the swirling haze of dust every time the combine approaches. 352 more words