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“He would come back into her life, from time to time, in the same way that hurricanes visit shorelines.” The memories haunted my dreams. His photos were everywhere. His stuff in every crack of my room. Our memories came with floods of tears. His nuzzling and hot breath on cold winter nights creep into my thoughts everytime I go to the barn. His kind, brown eyes completely unforgettable. It became normal to think of him; even though he was gone. His memories came and went like how the waves come to the shore (Simile). They comfort me; they take me back when I felt normal. They take me back to before the the hurricane. Scooter, caring and kind, make my life better in so many ways (Out of order adjectives). Thank you for saving me before the hurricane.
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Roger LeaI walk in and sit down in the first row, looking at the casket in front of the green carpeted room, with rows and rows chairs that seemed to go on forever. The room seems to get smaller with each breath I take. Looking at the rich Oak casket with the gray haired man, I see his matching mustache. His loss of weight from the years of his failing health could not be seen. His face has wrinkles from years of smiling. I want to shake him and make him to open those eyes I inherited, to hear his voice telling me it is all a sick joke, that he is going to be sitting in his blue Lazy Boy the next time I visit. Sadly, this is real, he is gone. I still want those camping trips with Grandma and my buddy, who ate a whole box of donuts for breakfast with me; the man who would be sitting in his blue Lazy Boy watching the news as I walked down the stairs. As soon as I got down, he would say, “Walk quieter down the stairs!” I feel as though a dam finally broke, and all the feelings are flooding out through my eyes. All the little things my grandfather did, and the memories of all the good and bad would never be forgotten from this day forward. Goodbye, Roger Lea (Comma With Direct Address). You will never be forgotten.
It Must Be love“ Honey, how was work?” he says, as he smiles his loving smile.
“ I had a client that didn’t give the correct numbers, but besides that, I was good. What about you?” I reply, leaning down and giving him a kiss. “ I had a good day.” he replies. “ That’s all?” I ask, raising an eyebrow as I untack Aramis. I put all my tack in the tack room, then make sure all the horses have water and hay to munch on. My husband leans against the wood fence of the horse pasture. “ Do you know what today is?” he asks, not looking at me. “ What is today? “ I ask, just to make him feel a little bad. “ Really! Come on Lue!” he says. “ Well,” I whisper in his ear, while pulling box out of my back pocket (Commas With Dialogue). “ Happy Anniversary!” I say, handing him the box. He opened it to find a waterproof watch with the engraving “ I love you, love Lue” And, at that moment, I got a kiss. "I'm too sober for this"I never got to meet my Mother’s Dad. His name was Bruce “Bud” Shantz, handsome and humorous, was a dairy farmer (Out-Of-Order Adjectives). He was kind and liked to make dirty jokes. He loved his kids and wife, but was a workaholic. My grandma Shantz told me that he couldn’t dance, but he would go just for her. He would just swing his arms around and step on her feet. My mother told me he would sit in his tighty-whities near the island in the kitchen and have a smoke and drink scotch. When her friends would come over he would stay like that in his underwear and play card with her friends and her and tell dirty jokes (her friends were all boys).
In 2012, my Grandpa Lauckner died. My mother told me that they were both having a smoke, drinking a beer, and telling each other dirty jokes; all while watching over me. In the last couple years, I’ve started being called BJ (Bud Jr.). Every Thanksgiving I always say something that leads to my Mom and her siblings laughing at me. They say I’m definitely Bud’s Grandchild. I really hope so. I hope I’ve made both of those men proud. I miss them. "I don't want to be lady-like, I want to Lure men to their death"I have never use the word, lady-like, to describe me. My grandmother on my father’s side would love for me to be her own personal doll, since I’m so tall, but that isn’t me. The words I would use to describe me; clumsy, opinionated, loud, obnoxious, stubborn (as a mule (since I can’t swear), a mouth of a sailor, Alpha Female attitude, big boobed, equestrian, but I know I am kind, and I see the good in the people (Semicolon in a Series). I am now finally accepting that people believe I am beautiful. I found this quote and it helped me except myself a little bit more. So here it is, I don’t want to be lady-like, I want to lure men to their death. I want people to see my other FABULOUS qualities. In the end, words don’t matter; actions do.
The FutureI pull into the driveway of my house. Since the first time I saw it, I knew I was in-love with it. It is a tan, ranch-style house, with a two-car garage, and a wrap-around porch (Hyphen). After I bought it, I built a 90 by 80 foot indoor arena with eight stalls. The 10 acres of pasture is a healthy shade of green. I love that I get to call it home. I walk into the mud room and take off my shoes and drop groceries in the kitchen, then head toward my office. I drop off my work laptop and files, then head to my bedroom. I change into a pair of blue jeans and tank-top and grab my riding boots. As I head to the barn, I let out my dog. Like I told my mother all those years ago, “You will be only getting grand-dogs, not grandkids.” I have stayed true to my word. My husband got him for me as an early engagement present eight years ago. His name is Norman.
Bad Luck Pt. 2 After a good part of the drive, we stopped at Wendy's in Owasso to find that the rear-passenger tire was almost flat (Commas with Direct address). Just like the luck of the rest of this trip, Mom's boyfriend did not answer his cell, to let us know if there was road side assistance on his policy. Not knowing if we had a spare under all of the amazing quantity of stuff that filled the back, we bounced from gas station to gas station, adding air to keep the tire from going flat. Finally, Mom's boyfriend called, informing us that there was a spare under the pile in rear of the vehicle. Passing Milner Road, “KABLAM! BLUMP, BLUMP, BLUMB!” the tire blew out (Non-Essential Clause). We called my mom's good friends, Aldonna and Jim, to help, since our insurance would only cover our truck (Participle phrases). Three different times he had to run home to find a jack to jack the tire high enough to switch the tire out with the spare. Also, it took his heavy-duty wrenches to bust loose the lugs-nuts. What an adventure! I won’t be going anywhere near a car for a month.
Bad LuckAs we left the small town, we didn't know of the bad luck we would come across on this trip. I didn't expect the black cloud of bad luck to follow us all the way to Lewiston, Michigan. The ride up to Standish was long, but not never-ending. As I sat and looked out the window, my excitement was growing with each mile, each second. I guess the very limited space in the 2005 gray, Ford Escape that belonged to Mom's boyfriend didn't help. It felt like we were packed like sardines: My mother, my friend, Tori and I, plus all of our crap (Colons introducing a List). All this driving, the bags, beauty products, jewelry, and the dresses were for a dance I got talked into by my best friend, Bailey.
PowerPower allows you to be who you want to be. Power allows you to state opinions, live a healthy and positive life, and do good works. Power can be used in wrong ways, such as hurting your health and NOT ALLOWING people to have the most simplest of rights. Some very famous people have defined “power.” I personally have seen power used in wrong ways, and someday I hope to see EVERY person, no matter skin color, religion, sexual orientation, or mental/physical challenges become empowered (Commas in a series). Because I believe everybody is equal, no matter what, I would like to see that we all have the same amount of power distributed among us. I also hope to see that people won't use greed, health care, and other things to have power. I would like to see our leaders change the world for the better, and give new, positive ideas to people; that would be so much more empowering than focusing on taking away power and other people’s rights. Every one of us should think about what empowers us, and take control of our lives, so that we can empower others.
Opperation: WeddingHe watched her. She looked magnificent in her white lace dress. It hugged every part of her body in the perfect way. He always hoped that it would be him at the end of the aisle looking at her, but fate didn’t have it that way. The man he was sent to kill asked for her hand (Synecdoche). He only wanted her for leverage not for love. She was only a tool to get what he wanted and that was all.
He loved her with all his heart, but in his business he couldn’t have distractions (FANBOYS). He had to keep her safe. The music echoed in the cathedral like building. “I love, you” he whispers under his breath as the love of her life walks down to the man he was paid to assassinate. |
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