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A Puppy for DuckyI remember it like it was yesterday. I was just a six year old girl, wearing my brunette hair up in pigtails. I had been coloring on the sidewalk outside of our apartment building. My father came out of our building and stood over me, casting a long shadow over my sidewalk drawing.
“Listen, Ducky,” he said, squatting down so our faces were level with each other. He always called me Ducky; I guess my cries sounded like duck noises when I was just a baby, so my father started calling me Ducky and it stuck. “Somethings about to happen; daddy did some bad things so I have to leave for a while. But if you mind your mama while I'm gone, I'll bring you a puppy when I come home. Okay?” his breath smelled sweet so close to my face, like wintergreen. He always smelled good.
I was too little to comprehend the fullness and seriousness of the situation. I didn't stop to think what bad things my father had done; all
Go For It! review
I started watching this film expecting it to be nothing more than a cheaply produced and very corny knockoff of the Step Up movies. The plotline follows the story of a poor Latino girl who dances in underground clubs in Chicago. Dancing is her biggest passion in life, so the movie follows her inner conflict of wanting to dance and also please everyone else. I must say, I was pleasantly surprised at the quality of this film from very early on.
First, the main character, Carmen Salgado (played by Aimee Garcia), did an amazing job. She did well portraying her character as a sweet Latino girl fighting life for something bigger and better. Both a high school student and hard worker, Carmen had many struggles to overcome while living in a poverty-stricken part of town. This movie shed light on the struggles of being a young adult in general, as well as things specific to living in minority areas (such as violence).
Carmen's best friend, Gina (played by Gin
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, but she didn’t think the pain could be any worse than what she was already dealing with.
“Aimée!” The young woman moved her arms in circular motions as she tried to keep her balance. Her mother’s call startled her, and for a brief moment she thought God might be
Oh my god. This movie was so twisting emotionally. I found myself sitting on my couch with fists clenched, thinking "What the hell?", and the next minute wanting to cry my eyes out.
There are nine people stuck in an elevator. It's one of those fancy elevators, where they have to show identification to get on in the first place. The nine people include a wealthy businessman and his granddaughter, a pregnant woman, a fat man, an Arab man, an annoying comedian, an old woman, and an engaged couple. The mix of characters was really interesting and clever. The comedian was a claustrophobic. From the minute he stepped in the elevator he was complaining about how there were too many people on the elevator. The businessman's granddaughter was a complete brat. She was rude to everyone in the elevator, even those trying to compliment her. So she decides to push the emergency stop b
The film begins by main character Tom Adkins Sr talking. I turned the volume on my TV way up, but it was really difficult to understand him. I think it was just the way he was talking. But that's not a good way to start off a movie, so instantly I had really low expectations for this film.
Tom Adkins is a detective who's trying to deal with the loss of his son who disappeared eight years ago. Some construction workers digging at a worksite find a box buried in the ground that holds the remains of a little boy. The box has been buried for at least fifty years, and the son is not Detective Adkins'. However, an engraved whistle was laying in the box with the bodily remains and it is the same kind Tom had given his son. He instantly knows that there must be a connection to his missing son and the dead boy, and tries to solve the mystery.
One really confusing element of the story was the flashbacks. The
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This movie is about a professor/screenwriter who steals a story plot that one of his students wrote. His student in turn plots revenge and begins a killing spree that frames the professor. Main character, Joel Brandt, is played by Matthew Lillard. He did a fantastic job in my opinion. His character was nerdy and awkward, yet intelligent. Because of that, I felt like the movie got off to a slow start. However, it definitely picked up and I'm glad I waited it out.
After the first murder, Jon tried to talk to the police and tell them what he knew. The police were really dumb not to listen to him. They basically ignored him and didn't take him seriously. That was super unrealistic. So that would have been something I might have changed a little bit.
The plot was pretty stable. I mean, it's a classic storyline that I've seen played out in movies and tv before.
Her Name Was Celeste.The house's roof was dotted rows upon rows of flowers of Celeste blue while the specks of Coquelicot red hues splattered ontop the blossoms. A little girl, as fair as the snowflakes twirling out from our crystal silver dome, with hair in lavender sparkles, and Earth's coral reefs on her silky dress, smiled ever so gently and fell onto the velvets, her cushion.. her entrance to the afterworld. The flowerings absorbed her corpse and she found herself as one of the delicates. Here she was in the same place she had fell to her death seconds ago, and now she is given another life as a plant. Celeste gazed downwards from the rooftop and spotted children her age playing merrily on swings and slides, as well as parents hugging and running with their offspring. A need, a seed, grew intensely from her underlying point and the hunger of joy sprang up. Years after years, she was left in wonder silently looking around at her surroundings, seeing the little ones she used to play with grow up, having
Childish FearsChildish Fears
Doesn't it scare you that you're growing older, growing up? In days, months, years, you'll no longer be teenager. A fifth of your life will be over, and you'd be all grown up, stuffed in a suit with a tie around your neck, a briefcase in your hand and your whole life before you. Some people may think it appealing, but I don't.
I'm scared of leaving everything that's familiar behind.
I'm scared of having to fend for myself, for having to always be in control yet never really having any control.
But most of all, I'm afraid of being changed, of no longer being who I am.
Death Diary (Entry 50)
You’ll have to forgive the brevity of this entry, as I am still very busy. The cold and flu season may be over with, but that doesn’t mean I can slow down. I wanted to write this entry because I heard a very interesting quote not too long ago from a very popular movie you humans enjoy. It went “…A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You're a plague…” This was a quote from the Matrix that I heard…and to be quite honest with you I heard this and I busted out laughing. It takes quite a bit to make me laugh, and that…that was just hilarious. Humanity is a disease, is it? Right…let’s talk about what humanity is for a moment, shall we?
I’ve watched humanity from near the beginning of mankind all the way to now. There have been moments where my faith in humanity was shaken to a point that I too believed it might be best to destroy them. I have that capability…I could have done it
Hunting„Mom, mom, look what I found. This flower. It remembers me of dad...Oh, no, don't start crying, I am sorry, I just did... I miss dad...”
I like this place, the sun is shining down between the big trees. Flowers and moss is at the ground. This whole place is shining. Golden. As if the sun fell down and made everything shining so beautiful. “I like this place mom. The grass looks so green and it is so tasty!”. Between my legs a butterfly is flying. A yellow one. It reflects the sun and it seems almost unnatural. This is a perfect day. That is a day that makes us remember why we live.
The deers, a mom and her son are in a wood. Nearly left behind, no humans are there. A truly peaceful place..
“Run, run my son, I'll come after you, don't stop, run!”
What? What is happening, I can't remember, why do I have to run. Run, run, I should, listen to my mom, why? Why?
a loud noise fills the air. All birds stopped singing, all animals hide. Even the smallest don'
Sunshine, rain, wind, hail, or snow, she was there. This colorfully dressed girl walked her dog down my childhood street every day, no matter the weather. Shorts, skirts, shirts, long sleeve shirts, tights, leggings, dresses, boots, flats, never flip flops though. Her hair never the same twice, always different in some way. Her dog on its long leash but always staying close. I saw her often, walking home from the bus stop. The leash always got caught under the dog’s legs, but she just laughed and smiled every time and untangled her pet. She was always smiling, humming or wearing big purple headphones, sometimes with an umbrella. Occasionally she’s spot me and wave, and I waved back. Her age was unknown to me, but in my young naiveté, everyone was old. I’ll always remember all the hues and shades she wore.
But one day, it was different. There was no color, no music, no hum. Just a girl in black, trudging along with her dog. I saw her less, and her look nev
It Isn't Easy “I don’t get it.”
She leaned her head back so that she was looking up at the sky. “What don’t you get?”
I waved my hands to try and string my thoughts together. “How…how can you just be so accepting of this?”
She laughed and turned to look at me. I’d always wished I had her eyes, especially when she smiled like that. “Oh trust me, sissy, I’m not quite to the point of acceptance yet.”
“But you’re so calm about it. I mean, if it was me, I’d have been about to beat someone up.”
“I was pissed off, that’s for sure.” She paused a moment before continuing. “But being angry is just so draining, you know? Plus, it’s just too easy.”
I glanced at her then, confused. “Easy?”
“Yeah.” She gazed up at the sky again, wavy ha
In Roman Times"Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy," declared the preacher.
The warm sun was starting to go down. Evening was closing in, yet the crowd still listened to the preacher, captivated by his lessons.
"Blessed are the pure in heart," he continued. "For they shall see God."
Some distance away, two women stood apart from the crowd. They wore the attire of wealthy Roman aristocrats. Veils shrouded their pale skin from the sun.
"Mother, this is the third day you have dragged me into the burning sun to listen to this warm Jew," complained one of them.
"Oh, Julia, aren't you delighted by his words? Don't they stir such a passion in your undead heart? I could listen to this man forever," said Penelope.
"He has a way of putting things, I admit. But it's all the usual Jewish nonsense. Kingdom of God, and all that. I'm a Roman. It's really not for me," replied Julia.
"You should not despise the Jews. They believe in just one god. Many of the philosophers agree that there is only on
To live among the starsA gunshot.
You feel your body hit the ground.
Your life flashes before your eyes, the happy times, the sad times, and all the moments in between.
You are dead before you know it.
Everything is black for a moment.
Is this heaven? you ask yourself.
When your vision finally adjusts, you look around to see the most beautiful sight.
Millions upon millions of stars and planets and galaxies.
You had always dreamed of seeing it.
Upon further inspection you find that there are people here.
Friends, family, and strangers alike who had all died once upon a time.
You begin to wonder...
What's happening on Earth?
Your thoughts turn to your friends and family
Still living in that world.
You feel a slight tinge of regret.
How do they feel?
They've probably discovered your body by now.
They're probably crying and blaming themselves for not being there when you needed them.
And looking around at this beautiful place only makes you r
The Simple Things in LifeI close my eyes and envision myself walking my big dog, Rusty. It is a nice summer day; there is a slight breeze so the weather is neither too hot nor too cold. My dogs fluffiness is blowing along with the light wind, and he bounces with each step. The day is perfect, I am dressed comfy, & Rusty and me are on our way to get ice cream.
I close my eyes and envision myself swinging on the cobweb-covered tire swing in my backyard. I am spinning around so fast that I close my eyes from the dizziness.
I close my eyes and envision myself lying on the porch swing, staring up at the porch roof. There are lots of old cobwebs and spots where the white paint is chipping off of the ceiling. A large bumblebee flies around above me, its wings flapping so violently that I cant even see them. The bee is persistent at flying into the glass window pain, but with no luck at getting inside. I close my eyes and listen to the bees humming. The suns warm rays are soaking into
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