Saraland: A Short Story

Laurel wasn’t exactly sure why there was a crowd gathering around the small house that served as the office building to the powerplant she rigged up. It was the only house in the walled town that had a big enough back yard for her to rig up some generators. When she started it was only a few generators but with the passing days, and with more people appearing at the gate, now most of the backyard held generators. “Excuse me, pardon me.” She would state in a polite voice as she made her way through the growing crowd. She would ignore the questions people were asking her, hell she didn’t even know what they were talking about. A sigh escaped her lips when she reached the steps that led up to the front door. Something someone asked caught her off guard, she raised a brow and turned her head to look at the crowd.

Have you ever got into a fight with a family member? Then it ends and the

The strangest things happened to Cassie St. Clair. Wherever she went, things weren't quite normal. When she was four years old, the building where she attended day care vanished in the middle of the night. The day it disappeared was the same day that the other children made fun of her for believing that cats could talk. They made fun of her so much that it made her cry, and wish she would never have to go back to that awful place. As if by a stroke of luck, she never had to return. The disappearance of the day care center was the first strange incident to happen around her, and if it had been the last then she might not seem so strange. But the strange events followed her and her mother when they moved to Los Angeles a few months later.

“I can't imagine life without that child under my feet,” said Sara Chickering in Witness. Next the people in Vermont had to face hatred when the K.K.K threw a stone through a woman’s window, her was Sara Chickering. Then her job is a farmer however the most important person in her life a little girl named Esther. She is a six year old who is Jewish. Next the K.K.K had thrown stone carried a letter and Sara was pacing back and forth and was worried about Esther. Next in her mind was “I can't imagine life without that child under my feet.” Next this shows even kids are being affected by the hate in their town. Then the people in both in Vermont and Montana went through racism, but there was a a solution and it was the community coming together to stand up to hatred.

Willow smiled evilly. The black kittypet lashed his tail. Willow’s grey and black-specked pelt was ungroomed, and her silverish chest was bent in awkwardly as she stalked away. The small black kittypet with a blue, yet blood-stained, collar followed on her tail. A rouge slid up to her, flashing his claws across her pelt, but Willow snapped his neck before her blood started welling out. Ash stopped in his tracks, eyeing the surroundings carefully, before following her. The black tom’s amber and blue icy gaze flittered over the blood. He licked his muzzle.

Sara Zarr's novel Story of a Girl is a journey through the mind of a young un-loved girl as she attempts to get through life daily. Thirteen year old Deanna Lambert was caught by her father in the back of Tommy Webber's Buick , parked next to the old Chart House down in Montara at eleven o'clock on a Tuesday night. Tommy was a seventeen year old friend of her brother, Darren. In a moment, Deanna Lambert's teenage life chaged complely forever. She was struggling to overcome the role of being the "school slut," Deanna tries to escape a life defined by her past.

My name is Sydney Hann and I’m a sophomore majoring in Public Health at NAU. I was unable to make it to the job fair on campus to see your table, but a friend of mine picked up your card. I am looking for a part-time position during this semester and I was wondering if you were still hiring. I have experience working with kids 6-12 in and out of the classroom. Thank you for your time and have a nice day.

Sara Smolinsky main goal in life is to find her own way and do what she wants. She desired to be inspired like when she was when she read Morris Lipkins poetry. When in her teen years, she dreamt of becoming a teacher so that everyone’s focus would be on her similar to her dad when he preaches. So eventually she felt like she was being held back at home and decided to leave to go find, and do, what made her happy. While away in school she received a marriage proposal from Max Goldstein and decided to reject him because he would have made her stop going to school. When she rejected him she thought she made a connection between her and her father. She thought that her rejecting Max was similar to her father rejecting success in the outside world so he could study and do God’s work.

Thankfully, I had my husband there to support me on our big day. Honestly, he was one of the biggest reasons why I was able to accomplish an unmedicated birth because I doubted

I learned it too late. Everyone’s life matters, even mine. Or at least it did, but now I have no life. I was ready to give up when I took that bottle of pills, but The Angel knew me better. When I finally left my human body, The Angel was the one who gave me a new life, a new body, and a new purpose: save them.

The melody of a music box filled the atmosphere as if it was oxygen. A lonely girl was situated on her bed with a sketchbook laying on her lap and a pencil resting between her fingers. The music box silenced and the sound of the pencil being dragged across the blank paper echoed across the room. The young lady erased every now and then and continued this process until the pencil flew out her hands just as she flipped the pencil to erase.

I always witnessed the fights my parents had, when I was really young I just did not understand it; so every time my parents fought I just filled myself with fear of not knowing what was going on. At the end it was always the same, they always stopped fighting and even though the problem was not solved they just continue living under the same roof like nothing had

Although many relatives strongly believed that Helen belonged in an institution, her parents were strongly against it and contacted many doctors looking for a cure. They were not able to find one, they were however, referred to Michael Anaganos director of the Perkins Institute for the Blind in Boston. There, they were introduced to Anne Sullivan Macy who became Helen’s teacher. She began to teach Helen finger spelling, which at first frustrated her because she could not make the connections between the words and the objects. This lead to even more uncontrollable tantrums. Through the extraordinary patience effort and determination of her teacher, she was eventually able to understand the word water when Anne took her out to a water

For years I heard the same bedtime story every night, the one where my parents would argue for hours until one of them got hurt. I couldn't stand to hear it any longer, and I guess my mother couldn't either, because one day she gave up on

When I was a young boy, I lived with my father, a woodcutter and his wife. My name was Hansel and I had a sister named Gretel. We were a poor family that lived in a great forest. Great misfortune hit and we couldn’t get bread from the land.