Month: March 2018

My time in Mexico was magic. I saw the most astounding sunsets, the colored skies brought wonder to my eyes.The pink, purple, orange, yellow, and scarlet. Leaving with the sunset behind me, tears filled my eyes as I left the land of many beautiful wonders.

The best time of the year is Thanksgiving. The families that travel around the world to for one night, to overeat and enjoy good laughter. The house will glow from the street, the lights in the house so bright, from a far the house looks like a giant Christmas tree. When the front door opens, mix smells lingered in the air, my taste buds started to dance with excitement. The familiar taste will be upon tonight. The dinning room, detect out with every single silverware set including the ancient ones. Most people only like Thanksgiving because you get to miss school however the thought of sitting around a table with the people that I love, remembering the people that we lost and the ones that started life. Family is why I enjoy this remember able holiday.

Rocket League, the game that ruined my life. Playing this dreaded game while I waste my life away. Slouching in my leather recliner while mashing the buttons on my half broken controller to the point of breaking. With teammates constantly talking down upon their peers it’s no wonder why this game is referred to as a cancer in the gaming community.
I always grab my controller to play my last game and I’m always met with heartbreak. As I watch the toxic players of the other team perform aerial acrobatics in front of my eyes. That’s when I know it’s over before it even started.

How can we as human beings try to do anything else but try to be good in Gods eyes. His eyes are always watching us, everything we do He knows. So why would one try to harm another or do evil things? We all have heard of this great man sitting in His throne watching over us. So why not try to please Him and confirm our spot in Heaven. I think people are too scared to admit that the have done wrongs so they keep doing them in hopes that no one will notice and believe that it is no longer evil. Satan is everywhere putting evil things in our path to righteousness. Remember this and do right by Him, don’t let Satan ruin your chances, evil will always be evil.

You are alive if you are keen,
You are alive if you dream.
Flow free in the water,
Fly high in the sky.
Embrace every moment with love,
Entwine every opportunity with hope.
There will be clouds of confusion,
There will be storms of sadness.
You are alive if you are curious,
You are alive if you aspire.

There she was. She was absolutely gorgeous. She had the most beautiful blue eyes that possessed a hint of gray to them. She had a dimple that warmed your heart every time she saw it. Her smile never failed brighten my day. She was the kindest person I had ever met. She was always willing to help others and console them about their troubles.
She was perfect on the inside and outside. She enjoyed watching movies. She loved eating sushi. But above all she loved animals. She loved everything from felines to reptiles because of her loving nature for people and creatures.
She loved to hold hands and give the warmest hugs. Her ideal date was just being with the guy she liked. She liked to sit in his car and talk about her work day. It was cute. He liked her, and she liked him.
She was a simple girl in a relationship with a simple guy. It was your typical high school love story. The only difference is that this is my story and I get to call this beautiful girl mine.

“Next time I see her she will suffer”, she thought to herself. No one is suppose to hurt you like that. When she saw her the next week at school she broke down and ran to an empty class to cry.

The next time anyone saw her she was dead. Took the cowards way out.

Once upon a time there was a kingdom that was ruled by obedience. The king enforced many tasks and rules that must be followed or darkness was presented. Even his poor daughter, princess Thumbelina, must obey the rules or the king will show no mercury. One evening, Thumbelina was late to dinner. The king turned dark and anger appeared. Thumbelina begged for forgiveness but the king must teach the disobeying people that life follows with consequences. The king built a maze with no beginning nor ending. Thumbelina was thrown into the maze like flower pedals falling from the sky. While the sun is present, light the burns to the touch of an eye and when darkness falls, a beast was formed. The gentle princess was forgotten and was cursed by the ugly look of a beast. The curse will only be broken with true loves kiss but who can ever love a beast?

There she was. A beautiful maiden sipping on the sweet nectar of a ripe papaya. She was stunning. She had beautiful pink luminous scales lining the lower half of her body and was wearing two seashells to cover her voluptuous breasts. She had the voice an angel as she sung a sweet tune that blessed my eardrums.
I finally worked up the courage to approach the gorgeous woman, but as I approached I felt a chill run down my spine. Something wasn’t right, but I wasn’t gonna let this beautiful maiden escape my grasp. As I got closer, I started to sniff the sweet nectar of the papaya which intrigued me even more. I reached out my hand and placed on her shoulder, but before I could say anything a scream escaped my mouth.
She grabbed my wrist tightened her grip to the point of no escape. Her beautiful voice turned to a hellish screech as I struggled to escape. It was too late. Before I knew it the creature started to crunch on my fingers and slowly worked her way up my arm. That’s the day I realized that beauty always comes with pain.

The faint scent of my brother’s Tom Ford cologne wafted into my face and my eyes began to water. If my twenty one year old brother was taken too, what would I do? Who would make me laugh? Who would fight me for the TV remote? Who would help me build a fort to watch movies all night long? Who would cook me my favorite meals? Who would take me to see the world? Who else would sit in the freezing cold for me? Who else would hold me in the dead of night?
“Hey Ace, what are you thinking about?”
In that moment I didn’t feel the usual wave of irritation when I heard him refer to me as the unusual character of Ace Ventura. Instead, I felt happy that I still had time to cherish my family. I felt happy that I had time to be with him. I felt happy that he was still here. For the first time this week I smiled. Tonight, in the freezing cold, I just felt happy.