I have always wanted to live near the glass.
Open and cold
Pure and nice.
Crystalline structures formed feet above the surface.
The glass is the only thing that serves a purpose.
Frozen water, a protector from the sub zero abyss.
The sun sets and rises and reflects of the face, until the heat comes then it’s a race.
A race against time
To finish through the line.
I am adrift at sea, each wave weakens my already weak raft. Every gust of wind feels like it may be my last. I am running out of water. Land is still not in sight.
I am out of water. I may have one more day left. I am writing this note on the last piece of paper I have. hopefully someone finds it.
10 years later this note arrives on a shore in California. A man picks it up and reads it. He recognizes his own hand writing immediately. He rips up the note and throws the bottle out to sea to get swallowed by the waves.
I’m sorry to use the term “LAX Bro,” but I just love using it to piss people off.
It is almost that time of the year to go beat the crap out of people with metal poles and have some good old fashioned fun.
Lacrosse has been defined by Webster Dictionary and all other reputable sources as, ” (n) Lacrosse: The sport real men play during baseball season, (v) To Lacrosse: The act of beating opponents with metal alloy sticks whilst others throw leather balls into leather mitts and slide in dirt because dirt is fun.”
If you would like to check up on that I urge you not to because I would hope you trust me enough to know that’s true.
Lacrosse combines aspects of basketball, soccer, and hockey.
It is the sport of all sports, while it is not my favorite sport to play it comes in 2nd due to a 3 way tie between Football and Ice Hockey.
Lacrosse is raw.
Lacrosse is mean.
Lacrosse is what is up my friend.
Last year was my first season and I was just learning the ropes.
I chose to play defense because I enjoyed the idea of holding a 6 foot long metal stick that I can beat people with.
It is so hard to talk about lacrosse without billions of sexual innuendoes going through your head, but bear with me people.
On a hilltop the prickly plant sits lying in dirt
The humans that pass by question its worth.
It starts as a budding spore with no spikes.
Humans that touch it have no reason to take flight .
The years go on, its brethren die.
The prickly plant still survives.
By this time it has matured.
Any creature that touches it must endure.
The pain wrought by its vicious spike.
Every human that touches it now takes flight.
However even this prickly plant still has friends.
After all, its location as an insects home is in high demand.
The spiders crawl inside the prickly plants center.
The spiders permanent home it has just entered.
The prickly plant keeps humans away.
It also makes the spiders day.
I woke up with the bright sunshine and the hospital smell as usual. I got out of my bed and washed my face quietly, as usual.
I knew it was a new day though I still regarded it as yesterday because everything was the same. The same room – cabined and silent; the same color – chaste white; the same roommate – the man with obnubilation. He always told me that the reason we were sent to this depressive place was that we have so many dreams which could never come true. I knew nothing about his dream.
Every time he just smiled.
As time went by, he was getting older and older. I noticed that the man always sat in the sun, delightedly watching a flower facing to him. Whenever the time was, or how the weather changed, he always acted like the most faithful friend of the flower. Four seasons altered as the flower grew up from a bud to a delicate and charming blossom. The whole life of the old man was stepping to become withered as the falling flower. At last, he passed away peacefully. But after his death, I realized his real dream.
The Winter X Games have been held in Aspen for the past ten years, and since I can remember my family has made a habit of sitting around the TV and watching them. When we moved to Aspen, this was made a lot easier, and I finally began to understand the excitement.
The X Games begin on Thursday, and carry on until late Sunday night. Over the weekend, Aspen is packed. Tons of people fly in for the event, and none are disappointed. Especially the students in the Aspen School system.
It used to be a school holiday, and it might as well should be because of the amount of students that actually turn up. When we heard the contract for Aspen had been renewed, it was all anyone could talk about for days. Some of the classes make a field trip of walking over to the base of Buttermilk, where it is held, and watching. At night, you can see the lights, and hear the music, announcers, and roar of the crowd from the other side of town. It’s mayhem, but the locals love it.
When I first came to school here last year, my dad called me and told me the X Games were gonna be in town. I immediately went to my computer to see if there was a way for me to watch them live, but I couldn’t figure it out. I resigned myself to the TV in the girls’ lounge. I pretty much camped out there all weekend, and my classmates thought I was crazy.
To me though, it was perfectly normal. I mean come on, it’s the Winter X Games. In Aspen.
How do you feel when the Winter comes?
How do you feel when no one understands your loneliness and sorrow?
How do you feel when they cut your bodies and burn them into ruins?
I see you standing there alone and sighed with grief.
You are afraid of being treated as your friends.
But now you have no worries, because right now there is only me. Tell me your pain. Tell me your despair.
You have no reasons to fear, because now it’s the time for us to realize how important you are. Tell me your concern. Tell me your anger!
You are the gifts from nature. You are the painter who decorates our world into a colorful heaven.
You are the guards of danger. And you have beautiful names – trees.
As one human being, I am now standing out to tell you that we will keep working to rebuild you a comfortable home with hope and green.
Last week for our English 11 Honors class, Mrs. Wilson asked us to write a personal essay about the site we wanna live. And all of the sudden San Francisco came out of my mind. I’ve been there only once, but I just couldn’t help myself thinking about it all the time. I want to live there.
Sleepless San Francisco
There is a place that I would love to leave my heart there without hesitation. My sleepless San Francisco would be the dream I want to keep even when I am awake.
Located on a peninsula between the San Francisco Bay and Pacific Ocean, San Francisco has its own definition of city – compact, busy, but scenic and comfortable as well. I would first arrive into San Francisco from the north via the world-famous Golden Gate Bridge, the place for a good start. I would be the first one to watch the born of sun, and enjoy the amazement of the golden sunshine.
Then my journey would start. When there came the noisy bells, the yellow cable cars would be on their way heading to me. I would choose to stand on the edge of the car and hold on to the handrail. “Ding-dong, ding-dong” – as the car drove, my hair would swing with the wind and the views would greet me as I passed by. Built on several hills, the roads are steep but also well-organized in a grid. The most exciting moment would be the downhill part, where I could experience a gentle roller-coaster.
Ever feel like you’ve lost something that you simply can’t ever replace or recover?
Not something really, someone. Losing someone that close that knew so much and wanted a better human being instead of a monster.
One who rather be feared and respected than loved. What kind of animal is this? This maniac never evolved fully. A heart and soul were left undeveloped from the vessel that wreaks havoc on all those who care. Pushing away, more interested in achieving his desired power than achieving relationships with those that wanted to be there.
Denial was never the answer for him. Hiding in the shadows, he tried to hide himself from everyone because he couldn’t stand causing the hurt anymore. The pain he forced upon himself and the world around him was unorthodox. Everything and everyone that he thought he loved was all a lie. He wasn’t capable of love or allowing people to love him. He wanted to learn, but didn’t know how. His power was declining.
Is there more than just raw power? Is there emotion in this cold life he lives? Is there any way to achieve happiness?
What an outrageous concept. He so greatly craves love. But he can’t feel it. He had it.
But she was always his missing piece. She never saw what he did. She was incredible to him and he loved her. But when the missing piece fell to the floor, she dragged his heart with her, never allowing love again.
As much as he wants to hate her, he can’t. He still loves his missing piece.
I used to dream about a world of ice and snow, everything in there is made of shiny ice and snowflakes. I thought it would never be true, until I saw the beauty of Harbin.
Harbin is a city located in Northeastern China, it is the capital of Heilongjiang Province. Harbin is most famous of its view of ice and snow, and it is called “the Ice City Harbin” by the world.
Due to the geological location of the city, Harbin gets really cold in the winters. The temperature is usually around -30ºC(about -22ºF), but this year is especially cold, and the temperature went all the way to -35ºC(about -31ºF). With this freezing weather, ice and snow is able to get on the stage.
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