Fear, a concept that our brains have created for what? Protection? The sheer thrill? Wrong, we feel fear for our survival, plain and simple. Everyone looks at fear differently, the fight or flight response is a great example. When met with fear we choose to stand our ground in an […]
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I had not received any replies from my good friend Colorado in over a week, and I wasnât happy. All my efforts to play games with him online, or even just to meet-up and hang-out, were left on read. Not only was that bad enough, I had nobody to spend
It was an overcast and dull Saturday afternoon when I was attacked. I was twelve years old at the time and despite the threat of rain, we took to the streets as my friends usually did on the weekends. The neighborhood always seemed safe and, looking back, it was a
The worst thing Iâve ever done in my life happened about twelve years ago, when I was a sixteen-year-old kid living in Cleveland, Ohio. It was the early fall, when the leaves were just starting to turn orange and the temperatures were starting to fall, hinting at the freezing chill that was only a few months away. School had just started, but it had been going on for about a month now, so all the excitement of going back and reuniting with old friends had been replaced by the realization that we were captives in a place that only wanted to load work upon us. Understandably, my friends and I were all eager to do anything that might remind us of the worry-free, responsibility-free days of summer.
The sound of the car engine coughing and sputtering made my heart sink and my stomach knot. I always had a bad feeling about driving something that was twenty-three years of age. Even though it only had a hundred-thousand miles on it and had gotten me many places, I always
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âDad, you said youâd play catch with me!â I yelled as my father walked past me to his office, where he spent most of his days when he wasnât at work. âIâm sorry, bud, Iâve gotta get these documents done for tomorrowâs big meeting. Weâll do it another day, okay?â
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When I was 7, my best friend was a girl named Ava, who was my neighbor. Ava was a sweet kid; I didnât realize it at the time, but her home life was pure hell. We would always hear her father screaming and breaking stuff. I was too young to understand
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âIn the morning, she goes to wake her friend, so she wonât be late for class. She doesnât realize right away why her friend isnât answering, why sheâs not getting up. Then she pulls back the blanket. Her friendâs throat has been cut open so deeply that her head
