… a beautifully cut crystal that was long shaped and could stand up by itself. The crystal was my childhood treasure. The spectrum of colours it produced made me imagine that it was some kind of magical object that possessed special powers. I placed…

… and we began to think. "You are going to fuck me up when and if we are separated," we would tell each other through long romantic stares without words. We were both that way. All that ever needed to be said between us was said with one or two real…

… To Kill a Mockingbird is set in 1932 in the Deep South. It deals with issues of cold heartedness, shame, ignorance, intolerance, and racism, through a child's eyes. It is contrasted by the concern, dignity, tolerance, and caring of a white brother, siste…

… she is wearing slippers to school again," Suen Li, the little boy who sat next to me, was pointing at my feet and shouting excitedly, with a look on his face which I could say had 100% similarity with the look on Columbus's face when he first discovered…

… people thought of him as a belligerent beast who had to be mean since he were as ugly as he was. Well one day when the ogre went to meander around his swamp, he found a village man who seemed to gather up all of his dexterity to confront the ogre.…

… pulled myself up onto dry land. The rigid waters ebbed and smashed mercilessly on my back, almost putting me into hyperthermia. Spasms wrecked by muscles and I limped sub-consciously into a large cave. As I crawled more into the cavern, I realized…

… sitting behind the table Craig on the left of camera, Chris on right [Medium shot, showing both Craig and Chris and top of table] Craig:<Tab/>(cheerfully). Welcome back to our show Chris looks at script Chris:<Tab/>An…

… Every month or so, a letter with the phrase "Dear Jason L. Death" would be found at a bin behind my house, in the dark and unnoticeable alley. Before I opened any of the letters, they would greet me with images of my past victims. However, that did…

… glass spikes ripped and tore through the lines of this heart broken play. The fragments of glass pinch you as a reader each page by page, slicing your anticipation to continue reading while scraping your own emotions. In this paper I plan to show the…

… Growing up, what I pictured was a woman with sparkling, almond-shaped blue eyes, with long, straight, jet black hair, who is tall, thin, yet voluptuous, with flawless olive skin. As a little girl, this is the woman that I thought I would grow up to…