... inventions, it possible to learn at an amazing rate. Moveable type printing presses, Indoor chamber pots, new dyes to make everything around very pretty. This is a very enjoyable time for me. JADIE: Yes, Yes, how true. Especially the pretty things. Our dresses are brightly colored and extremely detailed, as that was the movement in fashion of our time. These things are very expensive and only royalty such as ourselves can afford such a luxury. LAUREN: Say, do you know what's for dinner tonight? JADIE: Silly girl! Its what we have every night in the castle Ingvey, Everything! A feast of huge proportions. ...

... as if it was coming from out side, so I ran as fast as my Nike slippers could carry me down the stairs and outside into my front yard. I find the rest of my family there, along with my neighbors and their son, my best friend. I just stood there in horror with the rest of my family and friends. We had no idea what had happened. The next morning I really don't remember very clearly, but what I did was reading the news paper and coming across an article about a house burning down not to far from mine. I really didn't know what exactly to think at that time until it all clicked upstairs. The noise the night before ...

... the time I was hired I lived with my parents and had car payments and credit card payments. So I needed enough money to pay for the car and the cards. Also in about a year I would be moving out into an apartment of my own, and I also would be started to attend Sacramento State. I pay for my own schooling either out of my pocket or by getting student loans. When I first started working for this company they were short handed and all the employees at the store I started at were new to each other. That is they had worked for the company at other stores but had not worked together. I was hired when ...

... lights work though, because my dad accidently stapled the blue and green ones. As I search the deep inner recesses of my mind for inspiration, I let my eyes wander around my ever blinking room. Dave Letterman is staring at me with one eyebrow raised. Sandra Bullock is looking at Guido, who's right next to her. She has a giant knot in her hair. Amniotic fluid is being dumped onto a beautiful dancing girls head. Mr. Manson is squating down, his half naked self-mutilated body glowing red under my lights. His arm is reaching out at me, trying to pull me into his twisted Willy Wonka world. I close my eyes ...

... manoevour around the feared whirlpool of depression, which at any given time can pull me under and swallow me alive. While in the river, which I call life, I have to be in control at all times; I must quickly steer and paddle away from the massive rocks and devouring waves. When travelling along a rough river, it is essential that the rafter be a quick thinker, and only the experienced rafter can outwit the many perils that lie ahead. Sure, I am apt to make mistakes, I can only imagine how many times waves have knocked my raft over while learning; I can only imagine how many rocks my raft has crashed into when ...

... When she looked back, it was no longer a cat, but a grotesque man wearing a striped red and green shirt. "Time for the cat to eat little Robin!" He snickered, and grinned an evil grin. She started to run, but the madman was quick to chase her. She suddenly heard in the distance what sounded like a firebell ringing. She closed her eyes, to scared to look. All sound subsided, except for the bell. She dared a peek through her eyes, to see her bedroom. She was safe, at least for now. Her mother opened the door, slowly. She smiled and said, "So, you're awake, sleepyhead. Listen, Julie is here, ...

... house was to sleep. We got out of bed about 6:00 to start work. Well, my father hated to see me grow up as a slave. I hated to see him worry about it so much. So one night, he thought of a plan. He told me “Clare, I’m gonna get you outa here soon.� He thought to run away one night and run to freedom. I got worried. I knew that if we got caught, that the white people would punish us. I never learned to read or write. My dad said that if the white people knew I could read and write that they would end up selling you. And I didn’t want that. I never had known my mother. Father said that she died in th ...

... I would do something a little bit different. You see, I would take my pre-existing life, and just make changes to that. If I were to come up with my own Golden Age, this is what I would do. I would start with my present standing in life. That would be a tenth grade student in high school. Then to make it dream like, I would analyze to see what I could do to make my life better. I would find out what things were important to me at that time and what things I could change to make my future life better. For example, I would probably start out with school, since that is very important to most people at my age. T ...

... smelled of watermelon. The smell was very invigorating. I touched the skin of the kiwi next. The skin was rough, almost like toad skin. It was very moist as well. Next, the fruit caught my attention. The fruit was smooth. It was extremely slimy to the touch. When I pulled my finger off the fruit of the kiwi, it felt sticky, almost not letting my finger go. Next, I rubbed my fingers over the seeds. They were so close together it was hard to feel one. When I managed to grab one, I noticed how slick it was. It was smooth with tiny bumps that were almost invisible to the touch. My hand was drawn to the core ...

... in and out of every nook and cranny the small yard could offer. Trampoline springs sprouted out of the cold ground as if they were gasping for one eternal breath before succumbing to burial. As I traveled further through this jungle, my eyes gazed upon the tree. The tree, our tree, had been a goalie for soccer, a hiding place for man- hunt, and a shelter for all sorrows. The tree seemed to guard the tomb where we had buried her that cold July morning. She had died peacefully and painlessly. At least those thoughts are what I clung to after waking up drenched in cold sweat and tears. With the whisper of a breeze, I wa ...