• Short Stories

    No Rescue for this Damsel in Distress

    I hate those romantic comedies that have the damsel in distress who so helplessly falls into the arms of some trusted cute guy and they romantically fall in love. Pshh! That doesn’t happen in life. We aren’t living in a damn movie. If this was the case, I would be falling in love with cute guys all the time. I trip, I fall, I splatter eggs everywhere and there is never any cute guy waiting to rescue me! Take this morning for instance; now, I am running on about four hours of sleep. At this point, I’m not sure how I am even functioning enough to peck away at my…

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    The Death of a Girl

    She’s been up for days with no end in sight. She can’t sleep, she can’t eat, wondering if she might be right. She got so depressed looking back on her life. Here she is older, much older, and here she is yielding a knife. Life should have been better, it shouldn’t  be  over. Wondering why she was so unlucky, where is her four leaf clover. Enduring the betrayal of people that she had felt great love. Wondering if she would fly high in the sky and become a pretty white dove. She listened to the criticism all her life, wondering if it would ever mend. The criticism continued even following…

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    Personal Stories Speech Ideas; How My Personal Story Helped In a Classroom

    Telling personal stories while trying to teach a class can make you feel vulnerable, especially if you are like me and don’t like to talk about your past or the people that helped to create that past. I was told to do a class on heat and cold injuries in front of my peers. I was informed of this a month ago. I am a procrastinator, this is what I am and I am not proud of it. So, like most people who procrastinate, I put it off until the very last minute and then ran myself crazy trying to put it together. Death by PowerPoint; this is was not…

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    Memories, Panic Attacks, and Possibly a Girl Being Eaten By a Wolf

    Some of you might find this humorous; I find it rather irritating but nonetheless, I am going to write about it to get it off my chest. Ironically; this was something that this guy, who this story is based off of, told me to do. He always said that I bottle things up until I finally exploded. Well, today was one of those days when I finally exploded and I exploded to the max. I traveled from Kellyville, Oklahoma to Bixby, Oklahoma to Oklahoma City, Oklahoma and then to Stillwater, Oklahoma which is where this story took place. I was already tired from all the traveling and the lack of…