ForgottenWind

Truism chose: “Sometimes, the people who are absent can make the biggest difference in our lives.” The absence of one who is loved or hated can change someone else’s life drastically, because that life is missing the normality of that one person. This could throw off the way that person reacts to certain people or things; it could even cause them to change habits or cultural ways. In Clan of the Cave Bear by Jean Auel, Ayla is crippled by the loss of her adoptive mother, Iza. Taking her mother’s place, Ayla becomes medicine woman of a clan which disapproves of her. However, in the absence of Iza, Ayla becomes confident

Just reading a book and considering it a good story is a very shallow interpretation of readers. “The Kite Runner” by Khaled Hosseini, is a book of history and lively culture situated, at first, in Afghanistan. By understanding certain points of the topics presented, readers can appreciate the settings and characters of the book at a higher level of understanding. Afghanistan’s history has been a road of bumps and ruts that greatly influence the character actions within the book. A good way to describe the history of Afghanistan is ‘chaotic.’ Afghanistan has been ruled by many nations, including the Greeks, the Persi

Marlow, the protagonist from Heart of Darkness, by Joseph Conrad, struggles internally with himself as he enters the savage jungles of the Congo. For Marlow, the journey is an awakening to the darkness within the human heart as the jungles clutches and tears at the restraint and mentality of civilized men. Marlow begins as an adventuress young man, naive and full of spirit. His outlook on mankind changes considerably after his trek through the dark jungle. Conrad uses many techniques, among them diction, characterization, and imagery, in order to depict Marlow’s inner growth throughout his journey into the heart of darkness. As a young

Piggy, Piggy Oh run little Piggy And tell upon our wickedness. Run and sit upon your piggy throne. Sticks and Stones, Sticks and Stones. Four-eyes, Four-eyes Can you see us? Well see if you can, yes see If you can walk without them, all alone. Sticks and stones, Sticks and Stones. Stupid, Stupid Stand like a dunce So that we may laugh Yes, so that we may laugh and laugh at your stupid tone. Sticks and Stones, Sticks and Stones. Emo, Emo Go ahead and cut. And try to scare us, yes ha! A call? Their dead? Suicide! Putting down the phone... Sticks and Stones, Sticks and Stones...

......If you were to place the world’s top ten issues in order from worst to least worst, where would you place Nuclear Weapons? Maybe behind Iran and right before Genocide, with a little world hunger and poverty thrown about somewhere in the middle? If Nuclear Weapons are such a threat to the world, then maybe it’s about time the world just got rid of them. But there’s a problem. The world doesn’t always have agreeable sides. Just ask Iran and the United States. At times like these I like to look at what would be the positives of holding a nuclear arsenal in the United States. ......A. It would probably be enough to kee

The old, small Victorian style house had sat wasting away on the borders of the city next to the Cascades in Washington. Dirt lay like a heavy fleece blanket over everything. Many windows were shattered or cracked. The pipes for the water and plumbing were rusting and many of them clogged. The bathrooms they were connected to were even worse and because of the house’s small size, it couldn’t accommodate the historical Victorian baths. She could fit two small females in the master bathroom and feel crowded. The walls were covered in ghastly wall paper and the paint outside was chipping and fading away. Even the porch wood was rotting

1829 The forest air hung heavy in mid-summer July. The heat did not seem so terrible, but the humidity could sink into one’s skin, skillfully drying them up. The Black Hills raised silent as a new day dawned, and Kajumba turned westward, watching the blue skies turn purple as the light intruded upon night. Shuffling softly in her own way, the young woman turned back to home.   The sparse cabin on the side of an off trail began to take shape among the trees. Trudging through thick wild brush and leaping over fallen trees, Kajumba deftly maneuvered through the national forest. She wondered briefly if Roho was waiting once more for her. H

                                                   Shattered Destinies "Up, up, up!" A Voice interrupted her sleep. "It's time to get to work." Groggily the girl sleeping in the far corner of a wagon got up slowly. "Ok, ok! I'm up!" She said. "Breakfast is on the table. After your done eating father wants you to get you magic act going" "Ok, I'll be there in a minute sis, just let me get some food into my stomach." "You better hurry then, or father will tan your hide like last time, and that bottom of yours couldn't get any redder." Giggled the tall plump woman, her red curls bouncing around her face. Rillina winced as the memory of the

         In the long days ahead she could see the gray ground. Nothing ever seemed to glisten anymore. The white earth shimmered in the sunlight, yet the forest path was muddied and ill-used. The fallen leaves lay bereft upon the ground she treads. Dark shadows haunted ever tree, now naked from autumn's harsh cold and winds. The gray clouds drifted on in silence. She looked up at their beckoning and paused to wonder of their destination. Amid the silence, a flutter of wings could be heard; a screech sounded and the woman flinched at the sound of a dying critter.  Her umbrella clasped within her white hands, she trembled and continued onward,

     The grayed floors of our schools have never seen such decoration of candy wrappers, gum, and other pieces of junk falling like snow in wintered Chicago from the hands of students. At first such occurrences were only little annoyances, like candy in a few nicks and corners, which I myself took only a glance at. The thoughts of a few students passed by, at some point (as I am assured by other minors of my class), that the janitors could handle these nuisances. Even though I have been guilty of dropping a small candy wrapper here and there, it is positively disgusting to finally realize a true litter bug population problem as to see with on