… 18, 1980, Brian "El Arma" Estardio was forsaken. Of Cuban and Irish descent, he is the offspring of an alcoholic and deadbeat man, Alfie Estardio; his mother was a chain-smoking, relief collecting, abusive woman, Maurine O'Connor. Standing at a cool…

… me?" "Get bent, Todd. I've only known you for four months!" "But.." stammered Todd, "You're the one! The one!" "Uh huh." She quizzically raised a brow, "Do I look like J-lo to you? Does every meaningless relationship have to end up in marriage?" …

… a favourite pastime of mine, along with being lazy and slacking off. I don't blame myself for these dastardly ways; I blame my friends. Okay, I lied. I blame the government. Who glorifies indolence and being powerful? Who can get away with murder and…

… feel fear as you drift off to sleep? Have you ever worried that you might not wake up? I may not fear staying asleep, but I have felt the panic induced by nightmares of my own creation. It amazes me just how real it can feel. As I drifted to sleep…

… loud shriek of inspiration mixed with thousands of thoughts. Once upon a time there lived a small girl, she was the first of a new generation. This generation would change the way people live, people love and most of all, the way people think. …

… author John Pekkanen uses Authority, Emotion, and Fact in a non-biased manner to discuss the topic of medical treatment of severely mentally ill individuals. Pekkanen's authority in this piece is clearly identifiable to the reader. He is good…

… years ago this month and thoughts of going back to school to get my MBA have filled my head every day since. It has been a dream of mine to follow in my mother's footsteps and get an MBA with a focus on entrepreneurship. Now that I have been accepted…

… child in this day and age has become a lot harder then it was in the past. Many questions arise on how to properly raise them, such as: Is spanking really the answer? Should I let them do their own thing or spend every waking minute with them? How can…

… at the blue sky. The wall of snow, around me, felt like a chasm. All I could hear were two birds fluttering among the dry pine tree branches. Time stood still, just for me. My heart felt so heavy that I was suffocating. I was all alone underneath the…

… in my wallet in somewhere of my bag, they might be some utensils, as an eraser, books, etc. But among the most important things I carry with me are those things, which I keep a great respect, or some things that their value have a great meaning in…