Why are we born? In my opinion, I view the world as a game nobody can win. For centuries people have struggled to find the answers to decipher our purpose, but really that answer lies six feet underground. I often wonder if we are just born to die, live day to day fighting our own wars to stay al...

Cloudy Morning The morning golden sky was surrounding me in a distant haze. The sun and morning haze had started to churn and mix together. I felt as if I belonged in a painting. The beauty struck me and made me catch my breath. It was like your favorite pillow; it comforted me and made my mi...

Olin Hill English 50 One Day Part I The day was still, not a cloud in sight. The glowing sun lit the tumbling waves. The white foam smeared along the sandy beach. High above the ocean's front lie cliffs with grassy hilltops. A road wove through its tangled mess. There thoughts were bou...

Loneliness The beautiful young girl gradually trudged up the smooth marble steps, while slightly lifting the front of her lengthy silver silk dress out of the way as she walked. When she reached the top, she headed over to the concrete beige balcony, where a few white doves strolled around and pe...

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...

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...

On the Outside After doing 15 years for the family Tommy Garcia was now free and wanted to get back what he had lost. As he left the gates of the prison, which had been his home for the past fifteen years, he saw his old friend Tony, standing smoking just like before. As he neared, Tony flicked...

Hero Evaluation: Their Eyes Were Watching God She was, once again, wearing the overalls that she was always so comfortable in. Her long black hair was brushed out of her face, showing her beautiful dark facial features. She was growing older, yet the radiant look on her face kept her youthfu...

Grow old along with me the best is yet to be.I love you not only for what you are,but for what I am when I am with youAs we grow older together,As we continue to change with age,There is one thing that will never change...I will always keep falling in love with you.For, you see, each day I love you ...

Cameronized Denver! There are no words to describe my love and passion for the city of Denver, Colorado. The mountains, the skyline there is nothing like it. No city is quite like Denver. The most important part of why I love Denver is because I was born and raised there for 7 years. I hadn'...

School was great; it was my release from life. I had a lot of friends, I was popular, I was in orchestra, leadership, choir, French, drama, dance, president of a couple clubs, and an active member of many other clubs. I was one of the most active students in school. I was not only the class clown, b...

FulcrumCelestial sat with about two-dozen of her best friends. She was dressed head to toe in the latest gear. Her shoes were black patent boots with a slight heel and glistened silver in the bright artificial light. Her silver pants had a slight flare to them, flowing around her boots and accent...

Vanessa GarciaPeriod 1February 19, 2001Creative Writing"An Old Habit"Pablo arrived at the church alone. It was Saturday, and Pablo's best friend, Miguel was getting married to Lupe. Miguel had just turned thirty six and was in love. She was only eighteen, very attractive, and somewhat flirty but ...

Joyce Carol Oates' short story, "Where Are You Going, Where Have you Been?", is about entering new uncertain future. Within only a short time Connie, the protagonist of the story, has to grow up, learn to take responsibility and face the cruel and hard reality of life. "My sweet little blue-eyed...

COMPARISON OF:ROBERT FROST'S "STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING"AND"ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGHT"Robert Frost's poems "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" and "Acquainted with the Night" seem to be ordinary poems at first glance, but after an in depth look at these works and how they relate, they ...

Most people try to forget the past especially the bad things. When you look back you think of all the good that there was, but with the play "Our Town" it makes you think back to that one time when you ask your mother how pretty you are and the reasons you ask it. In Thornton Wilders play "Our Town"...

Mommy's Love"Oh my god Megan! She's not alright." I shouted to my husband, as I lifted my child's head, looking at her forehead covered in blood. Above her right eye I could see her skull. The smell of burnt rubber lingered in the air. A bystander helped me pull my limp child out of the backseat ...

COMPARISON OF:ROBERT FROST'S "STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING"AND"ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGHT"Robert Frost's poems "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" and "Acquainted with the Night" seem to be ordinary poems at first glance, but after an in depth look at these works and how they relate, they ...

I cant imagine living my life without music. Music has such a huge part in my life and in the life's of many others. Certain songs can remind someone of a special moment in their life. Music can have such a lasting impression on someone. I, myself have three songs that whenever I hear them bring...

Should I grow grapes? Looking back on the days that I used to have to run into the halls at BJ to get my brother after school, I don't know what I was thinking. As I entered the large front door, I couldn't help but think how amazing it would be when I was in 7th grade, and I got to walk through th...