

Bright EyesShe was eleven years old, born September second. Standing a modest four foot seven, she was small in the eyes of her elders but a giant in her own world. Her name is, or was, Elizabeth--Eliza by her friends, and her stay at Camp Sunshine was one that will remain imprinted in my memory for years to follow.Bright Eyes
Camp Sunshine is a respite for families-- that is, brothers, sisters, parents, aunts, uncles, friends, everyone--whose children have been diagnosed with a terminal illness. I was there as a visitor on my church’s 2003 mission trip. Originally our plan was to help repair the grounds and fences, but I was eventually offered a cou


Fishing With a FriendHis ship pulled towards its final destination. The morning coffee had been gritty, a fact of life so certain that it was the name of his ship. Dark muscles, too dark to tan, pulsed as they pulled the oars back and forth. Water sloshed along the edges of his boat, melting smoothly like butter he would never have. The tourist’s boat, surrounded by buoys and traps built not to sow but to kill and squander lolled close by, abandoned. Two nets, knotted rope which held the web of his life, rested at his feet. Once pristine beaches that were now becoming laden with excess began to fade from his sight. From the stern of his shipFishing With a Friend


NamelessStaring through hollow eyes I watch her voluptuous shape move to the sound of an endless dance. The innocence in those eyes, radiant and colorful, damned to be stripped away by the hands of another in a single night of hasty motions and a slow harmonious dance. I take her hand, unwilling to let her be lost to me, even after but one night of passion and fiery romance I know not her name, but she is so familiar to me, like a portrait painted in years of cruel uncertainty. Holding her like a brother and a lover, a protector and a defiler, I refuse to undo my grasp, holding her like a precious trinket that was certain to tarnish over the years. ANameless


bull, part 3Wednesday July 7th 1989 Last night I couldn’t sleep. Some stupid dog was barking at the moon. Signed, Mick Simmonsbull, part 3
Friday
July 9th 1989 I can’t say what I saw just now, but something is wrong with Rudy. Very wrong. She keeps calling for me.
Signed, Mick Simmons
Saturday
July 10th 1989 Right now I’m sitting in my chair, struggling to gain a hold of myself. Mack is sitting on my lap, shaking in fear. Something went very wrong. Last night my wife got up for once and went to feed Rudy, but something wasn’t right. His pen was broken open. Whi


Graduation SpeechRob Wilson CW P6 Graduation SpeechGraduation Speech
Dr. Rudolph Rickenmeyer to EHS Class of 2001 Good Evening. I am both annoyed and tight with time...But I agreed to speak here today because I’m getting three grand from the school board. I congratulate each of you for actually graduating. Wow... Your achievements in the realms of Scholarship, Leadership, Community Service, and Character were probably all acquired through cheating. Not like me. I achieved through hard work. You’re all lazy you know that! But I believe that what should make you a
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