Arin was standing on his front porch waiting for Jimmy. He didn't want the older man to end up knocking on the door or ringing the door and waking his parents up. They wouldn't take too kindly to an older man coming to visit the house this late at night. Especially his father. The young man frowned at the thought, sighing as he leaned back against the side of his house with his arms crossed over his chest. He squinted at a figure heading down the street and shook his head when he realized that it was Jimmy. Man, he's really fucked up. He took a step away from the wall and walked down the few steps to his front yard to meet the drummer at the
"You did what?"
Jimmy's voice was loud and angry, his blue eyes wide and darkened in despair. He was glaring at Leana like she had just told him she had killed a man which technically wasn't that far from the truth. Except it hadn't been a man that his fiance had murdered... but a baby. And he hadn't known anything about it until now.
The brown-eyed woman covered her face with her hands, shaking her head as she let out a soft sob. "An abortion, James. I got an abortion. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I -"
She was cut off by the sound of Jimmy throwing a half empty bottle of beer into the sink, tears slowly leaking from the corners of his eye
Arin had been nervous all day. Jimmy, the goddamn Rev, was supposed to be coming over to give him, the former drummer of Confide, drum lessons. The only thing was... Jimmy hadn't shown up that and Arin didn't have a way of contacting him. They hadn't exchanged phone numbers or anything and Arin couldn't even imagine just casually calling up one of his idols and asking when he was showing up. For all the young drummer knew, Jimmy had just been being nice and wasn't actually going to show up, but the brown haired male liked to think that he was going to. After all, who wouldn't like to hang out with a member of their favorite band for a day? Fo
A pair of bright blue eyes opened quickly as that stabbing pain returned again, bad enough to rouse the tattooed man from his sleep. He bit his lip to keep himself silent, reaching with his right hand to the left side of his chest, clutching at his bare skin as the pain lingered for a moment before subsiding and for the hundredth time that week he was reminded of what his doctor had told him. "You probably only have a few months left, James. There's nothing we can do but give you medicine for the pain. I'm sorry." His eyes closed again, his hand simply resting against his chest as the pain went away though now he was experiencing a new pain,
A soft breeze filtered in through the open window above Angela’s head. A fly buzzed its way on in, landing gently on the sleeping girl’s nose. As it walked, Angela began to stir. In a dream like state, Angela slapped herself in the face, immediately waking up as he hand made contact with her nose.
“Ow!” she cried, rubbing the soft tissue on the end of it, “I hate flies…”
Sliding out of bed, she accidentally stepped on another girl, her friend Dakota, that was sleeping on the floor. “Angie! You said you would wake me up softly!”
“Sorry, Kota,” Angela gave her friend a hug bef
Amendment number one says we have freedom of religion, speech, press, and the right to assemble peacefully and let the government know if we disagree with its actions. But, sometimes, this amendment is not true. Like in school, teachers can not talk about their religion to kids, sometimes students get in trouble for writing about their true feelings, or they get in trouble for speaking out against something they don’t agree with. Also, most of the time when people gather to oppose the government, they don’t listen and instead they get mad.
I think that America, having been based in the Christian religion, should pay more attention
I am a rosebush. I live outside, under a great oak tree in the middle of a large field. My field is sometimes filled with mares and their foals, sometimes weanlings. A little girl takes care of me. My roses are red, my thorns are sharp, and everyone who sees me loves me. Sometimes, a person will see me and stop to stare thinking what a beautiful rosebush! But I was not placed here for beauty. My story has much more meaning to it then attracting ones eye to a field of horses.
Long ago, lived a racehorse by the name of Barbaro. He was a great racehorse, very powerful, but unfortunately he had to be put to sleep at a young age. Everyone was sad