… my father has evolved. From as far back as I can remember, I've known him: From as far back as I know, I've depended on him. I could always run back to him if I needed to. But I grew up. And after a bitter quarrel, I stopped running to him and…

… to stay, as if frozen in time. the burning, the agony, constantly growing, aching, stinging, like nothing I've ever felt before. The wourld around me fades in and out. Colours, so vibrant, so vivid, exagerated by my pain, darken to black. The dark holds…

… Saying goodbyes Will it hurt forever or will it go away? Saying goodbye sometimes is easy, or it can be really hard for others. It really depends on the situation. Many times it depends on who it is, and where that person is going. For example…

… how much you cant live without it. Well, the object/objects you're thinking of isn't really what I'm thinking of. My object is Final Fantasy 7. I also have 8,9,10 but 7 is my favorite. It's a Playstation one game, and its 3 disks long, full of…

… is a whole new ball game. Subjects you hated senior year might turn out to be completely different in a brand-new time and place. Mind-numbingly boring civics might suddenly come alive; tear-your-hair-out calculus might suddenly become crystal…

… only takes a few seconds to realize how under-appreciated the gift of life really is. I can still remember the exact moment in which I began to understand that life is the most valuable gift that I have ever been given. Never again…

… me from the most lethal fight between my superior master and the dark, deadly enemy. My master was fighting intensely and with all his might to defeat the deadly enemy. Each clash between the light sabers made me more and more anxious. I wanted…

… beneath layers of ice. John was shivering, cold, almost frozen. All that he could focus on was the unbearable pain that was raging through every inch of his body. He was tightly strapped to the bed, the leather straps around his arms and legs denying…

… the lone oak tree atop the cemetery hill. The light from the full moon gave the tree an unholy aura; its shadow becoming the silent guardian of the graves as it draped itself over the tombstones. There was little room left on these hallowed grounds,…

… This question is easy to answer and prove with facts. Indeed, America is a country of immigrants from all over the world, who come with their own culture, traditions and language. Moreover, some immigrants come from the countries with good educational…