Fate is at Your Fingertips by SarahRose, literature
Literature
Fate is at Your Fingertips
So there was this guy.
I was a freshman in college when I met him. There I was on the coast of southern California, a million miles from my pokey little town in Iowa, trying to focus on my studies, and all I could think about was parties, the beach... and this guy.
He was tall, maybe 6'2" or 6'3", making him a whole foot taller than me. I liked that. He had sandy hair that fell into his eyes when he laughed and greenish-blue eyes that seemed to sparkle even after a long night of drinking or studying. He was the kind of person who always glowed.
I didn't really know him. We had introduced ourselves during the first few days of school, and w
Droplets
August 21, 2008
There was something about her eyes.
It was always in her eyes. That look she always gave me. It wasnt overtly sexual. No, it was just a look that said she wanted more. More than this town could offer her. It was a longing, and I shared it.
Id be lying there on a deck chair, wearing my light pink one-piece, often alone, so not swimming. Id be soaking in the sun hoping my ghost-white complexion would darken by school-time but failing miserably . And shed be there, too.
She was there just as often as I was at the start of that summer. And she looked at me. She looked at me before
She packed her old red duffel bag with deliberate haste, but she also wasnt rushing. She took the time to look at all of her possessions carefully, judging what she could risk losing.
Some things had gone into the bag automatically: her fathers pocket watch from long ago, her mothers favorite ring emerald, their favorite stone. Practical things went into the bag her address book, a hairbrush, her secret wallet, a travel-size pack of tissues.
The photo albums are too big, she thought. She tried justifying taking them, but reminded herself that she had to be level-headed if this was going to work. So her head a
Want To
Music video script
"Want To"
Sugarland
Written By: Sarah L. Carnes
The whole video has a serene, slow, faded look to it, like a place in a dream or a book. Like a place we all want to be or go. The shots are smooth with interjections of quick cuts.
0:00 to 0:05
Fade to a faded (sepia?) scene of a dirt road in the middle of a corn field as the corn waves in the wind. The dirt road is well-traveled and rugged.
0:05 to 0:11
Fade to a faded country farm house. It's two stories with dark shutters and peeling white paint. There's a large porch and an old pickup truck in the front yard. The trees sway lightly in the wind; it is summ
The Third Little Pig vs. The Wolf
Group C – Amelia, Beth, Dana, Erika, Ryan, Sarah, Tina
Before the trial begins, Amelia goes around passing out cookies to the jurors.
Everyone on the team walks in stays standing.
Ryan: All rise for the honorable judge Sarah.
Sarah: [gavel] This is the retrial of the third little pig versus the wolf. It is your job as the jury to determine whether the Wolf is guilty of first degree murder of the first two little pigs. Order in the court! We will now hear the third little pig's statement.
Erika reads her statement with Dana making comments throughout.
Sarah: The wolf will now present her side of the sto
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By Sarah L. Carnes
September 15, 2006
In maybe about 6 of the history classes throughout my life, the beginning of class consisted of "What is history?" This includes the history class I am taking right now - U.S. History after the Civil War. History to me is a very dear thing to my heart, and when I think about it, it is a lot of what and who I am. Memories are who I am, who I am to others. Memories are history. Photos are history. Photographs are one of the greatest inventions ever in the history of mankind. It captures moments in time visually. We have all grown up with photography so we take it for granted, but when you reall