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The wind was cold. He gave up on keeping his hair from his eyes as he stood by the familiar, tall tree, the only one in the haunting field. "Tom passed his maths test. It was the happiest I've seen my brother," he stated. "He wanted me to thank you for helping him with it. He was really grateful." A smile passed on his lips as he remembered his brother jumping for joy, holding the test in front of Alex's face. "Jane and Kyle finished their preparations. Still can't
Whenever there is something terrible in the world, hope can be the only weapon. But everything she knows is terror and pain. This should be Disney's next princess
When I was almost 10, my little brother was born 3 months premature. In the NICU for two months, he was off limits for me. I wasn't able to see him until he came home, but my mother told us the stories and showed us pictures. Now, you wouldn't guess what his first two months were like. He has developed without any of the complications that the doctors were expecting, and he's one of the sweetest boys I've ever met.
Blood, Everywhere... The smell of death... all so faint, Spinning around me. The memory, so horrid, death everywhere, everyone, blood, faint, memory, d...e...a...t...h
This is a story that I wrote for my life skills class about getting into a car crash due to alcohol. Any comments would be great thanks :)
A collection of seven poems written by Alexandra Laird during the summer of 2009. Many of the writings are nostalgic, looking back on a past age in childhood or grieving experiences lost to disease, while others were written with insights gained from living with the same disease that took so much.
The wind was cold. He gave up on keeping his hair from his eyes as he stood by the familiar, tall tree, the only one in the haunting field. "Tom passed his maths test. It was the happiest I've seen my brother," he stated. "He wanted me to thank you for helping him with it. He was really grateful." A smile passed on his lips as he remembered his brother jumping for joy, holding the test in front of Alex's face. "Jane and Kyle finished their preparations. Still can't
Whenever there is something terrible in the world, hope can be the only weapon. But everything she knows is terror and pain. This should be Disney's next princess
When I was almost 10, my little brother was born 3 months premature. In the NICU for two months, he was off limits for me. I wasn't able to see him until he came home, but my mother told us the stories and showed us pictures. Now, you wouldn't guess what his first two months were like. He has developed without any of the complications that the doctors were expecting, and he's one of the sweetest boys I've ever met.
Blood, Everywhere... The smell of death... all so faint, Spinning around me. The memory, so horrid, death everywhere, everyone, blood, faint, memory, d...e...a...t...h
This is a story that I wrote for my life skills class about getting into a car crash due to alcohol. Any comments would be great thanks :)
A collection of seven poems written by Alexandra Laird during the summer of 2009. Many of the writings are nostalgic, looking back on a past age in childhood or grieving experiences lost to disease, while others were written with insights gained from living with the same disease that took so much.