... inner recesses of my mind for inspiration, I let my eyes wander around my ever blinking room. Dave Letterman is staring at me with one eyebrow raised. Sandra Bullock is looking at Guido, who's right next to her. She has a giant knot in her hair. Amniotic fluid is being dumped onto a beautiful dancing girls head. Mr. Manson is squating down, his half naked self-mutilated body glowing red under my lights. His arm is reaching out at me, trying to pull me into his twisted Willy Wonka world. I close my eyes and concentrate, leaving my ears, my nose, and my mind to do all the work for themselves. Realizing the stench in my room has gotten quite bad, I lig ...

... thrum of my wings and hearing the whoosh of the wind flowing past. The web glowed gold in the morning sunlight and dew drops hanging from it shone like liquid fire. A gnat flew too close and I captured it with a snap of my long tongue. Snaring a long piece of the silk, I immediately ascended, looking for my tree. My mate was awaiting my return, and was soon rewarded as I pulled up to the carefully camouflaged nest. I passed the silken strand over to her and left to find some food. The humans are very good to us and hang tremendous reservoirs of nectar from various limbs and rafters. The containers come in all shapes and colors but they all have red bases. I ...

... My red hair, which usually illuminates my blue-green eyes, is tied back under a white Hard Rock Café hat from London. The brim of my hat hides my lightly colored angel kisses, which are scattered across my baby doll cheeks. I am a big bulky Eskimo waiting to fish. Dressed in gloves and a blue Adidas wind suit with more layers than you can count underneath I wonder why I am here. Usually at this point I am wishing I were in bed A few others my age are there as well. I am not the only one that some people call crazy. After an hour of drills, sprints, running, and laughing everyone races back to their cars to try to get home and then get to school on time ...

... the rather clean street towards the Citicorp building, thinking excitedly about what was going to happen at the meeting and about what information I could receive from this expierence. It was not long before I was standing in front of the modern Citicorp building. The building exterior consisted of mainly large glass windows which provided a very vivid reflection of the neighboring buildings, almost camouflaging its presence on the block. I thought of how the buildings appearence is suiting for what is happening inside at that moment. I casually walked into the revolving glass doors that stood at the base of the building. There were plenty of stores to my left ...

... only means that I can have one more beer." George seas and opens the bottle. Dan and Kelly are not drinking, but the rest of the are drinking enough for them both. "Do you want to come with me to the movies tomorrow, Kelly ?" Dan asks. "Yes, sure, why not ?" "Well I better get going," Dan seas and stands up. "I'll see you tomorrow then Kelly." "Yes, I'll see you. Bye." "Bye, everybody." Dan walks home, and regrets that he had broken up with Kelly that time. Maybe he could ask her again? Yes, he was going to ask her again tomorrow. He took a shower and went to bed. When he was laying there, he taught about all the good times he and Kelly had h ...

... are unimaginable. I think that being employed, especially to a grocery store, is not a good idea for teenagers because there are usually unintelligent people running them, it infringes on teenage lives, and some aspects of most jobs are disgusting. Bosses are probably the most difficult part of being employed to me. At the grocery store that I worked at for a short period of time, I remember being constantly pulled aside and being told that I wasn’t bagging the groceries properly. The strange part was that when my boss would tell me these things he would always take me to isle seven to yell and scream at me. Why couldn’t he take me into his office where it woul ...

... how to handle my money with responsibility and accuracy. In addition, I acquired great phone communicational skills and gained confidence in my voice and my actions. By being a credit card representative, I found out how to process an application and deliver the response to a customer within three minutes. Working in the safe was one of the most accountable and trustful positions in the warehouse. I mastered how to operate the safe machine, count and balance the drops (money bags coming from the registers), and deposit money to the bank. The second reason was the idea of meeting new people, learn about their cultures, and find out about different ethics. ...

... he was determined. The next morning Kino awoke early. He turned to awaken Juana. He told her to pack the essentials, he wanted to get an early start to the city. Juana awoke without a fuss. As Juana started to pack she thought about Coyotito. She told Kino that it might be dangerous traveling that long of a distance. Kino told her to bring him to the house of his brother Juan Tomas. She did and Juan Tomas and his wife Apolonia said that they would gladly take care of him. She thanked them and went back to Kino. He had just finished packing. He then grabbed a few corn cakes and they started on their long journey. As they arrived in the city they had found that it h ...

... she can feel good rough ground under her feet. She digs her toes in, and rubs her soles into the earth. They say, look at that Jessy getting herself all dirty, Jessy you naughty girl you'll get a chill. Time to go inside, girls. ÐFunny that. Being called girl. Naughty naughty girls wetting themselves and pinching. Quiet good girls slumped in the seats in the garden with their mouths open. Waiting for it. Drinking in death. Her voice shakes when she asks for two sections. She wants it far too much. Practised that too in her head over and over in the nights. Listening to them in the corridors. If Mary shits herself again tonight she can sleep in it. Listening to ...

... the pavement, out of habit, to insure a dry surface. I don't bother to watch him. I can hear him rolling smoothly down low. His slow, relaxed warm up run tells me he probably arrived short time ago. He makes his way up the back wall and his wheels go silent. The other one puts his foot on his tail and effortlessly rolls his truck over the coping. I watch him quickly drop away and coast to the hip. He glides past it, and I start to notice the entire view before me as he blends into a larger picture. I see grey. Every shade of grey, in all its variety blends and curves from the lightest near whites, to a deepness rivaling black. The darkness overhead drones ...