.... I should) because it's mine. I know this sounds selfish, but I'm being honest. A part of my personality goes into my work and I feel if people read enough of my work, they will discover certain personal feelings I would prefer to keep private. -- Honesty Check...I also think my work sucks. -- As to where I get my ideas from for my sick excursions, I sincerely do not know. Like Stephen King (who got the idea to write IT when looking off of a bridge) I seem to receive my mad phantasms out of thin air. For example, when I first began writing the first draft of this essay, I started out writing about writing horror stories and ended up writing a short story about ....

.... houses hug the road and at night trucks speed through the village because the traffic is light. My fear is that one of these trucks could veer off the road into our homes. During the day when traffic is stationary drivers stare into the house through the window. Quite a lot of the time the front room can be in darkness because the trucks are so large that when in standing traffic they block most of the light to the house. There is nowhere for my husband to park his car. It is difficult to park outside the house because the road is quite narrow and the traffic needs to be able to flow freely. It would be dangerous, not only getting in and out of the car, but also leaving t ....

.... the tiresome work that lies ahead of me. The heavy waves of work pound me tirelessly as I attempt to 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 ....

.... lots and lots of gift shops too. On these different islands we did something different. On St. Thomas we rode bikes up into the mountain and saw all different kinds of birds, plants and lizards. That was fun for awhile till it got tough and then we started to head back. On the other island Barbados they had the best beaches you could imagine. The water was so clear and the sand was so white and soft it felt like a pillow. We went swimming over there for about 2 hours. While we were there you could see the bottom at least 30 feet deep. There were no rocks to cut you at all it was just like the sand on the beach. It was lots of fun. When we got tired we went back to the s ....

.... Judgement of Solomon took place in a town called Jerusalem and, within the palace of King Solomon. In the setting of this story, two women known to be prostitutes came to see the King. The first woman explained to King Solomon how she and the other woman both lived together and both had a son. She also goes on to tell the King that one night the other woman lay on her son and killed him; nevertheless, this same woman took the living son and claimed him as hers. The other woman said, “No! The living one is my son; the dead one is yours” (I Kings 3:22). After listening to the plea of the two women, King Solomon told his servants to bring him a sword, and the solution w ....

.... these things are examples of good parenting, but there is a fine line between teaching and guiding a child to do the right things, and forcing them to do the right things. Some of the things they did I’m still a bit grateful for, and I understand their reasoning, things like enrolling me in activities. I found out what I liked and was good at a young age, which was good, but the bad side was that I was never able to change once I started, and being so young and fickle, that discouraged me from liking things that I could have later on. The pressure to be perfect in every way has always had an enormous impact on me. It has resulted in pressure I put on myself to be perf ....

.... of the ninth grade saw a drastic change. Due to circumstances I had to switch school districts. No longer did I see my friends, I was like a little duck lost in a big pond. There were different faces, different looks, and a different feel. I can truthfully say that the first day of school was one of the worst days of my life. I had never been so far away from my friends. That year, nevertheless, still saw me pass with a 3.5 grade point average. Still, something was missing. My best friends were all gone. While they were busy enjoying high school together, by contrast, it was hard for me to make friends. I was so caught up at leaving my old friends that being s ....

.... what happened it was to late we had already dropped to the gutter. In the gutter I suddenly heard BAM! That was when we hit the first tree. Some how we spun around the gutter again and hit me side once more. The door cracked like a egg and the hash rain began beating on my no tender skin. I had not even noticed that my nose had been broken when the air bag inflated. My mom had noticed that my nose was bleeding and called out half dazed, “Albert get out now the car is going to explode!” Now I had been to shocked to really get scared but when I heard those words fear crawled down my neck like a spider. I looked at my door and that is when I got really scared in the ....