.... of heaven. Every keystroke of the keyboard sent a refreshing burst of pleasure in each of my finger tips. The glowing monitor emitted delightful rays that pleased and calmed my eyes. Oh yes, it was great to be home. Of course, this does not even compare to the long and never-ending hours I would spend on this machine. Although my bedtime was supposed to be around 10 or 11 in the evening, I would manage to stay up on this computer until sometimes as late as 3 in the morning, and this was on school nights as well. I never really realized how serious this was, .....

.... their dad, and son, and now his child has taken off. Talk about a nightmare of a morning. After Jesse took off his grandmother sat there on the couch, clutching the work shirt of her dead son crying, "Oh Edward, Oh Edward." The cries echoed through the empty house as the grandmother sat there in tears. "How could this have happened?" Thought Jesse to himself, "he was just in Green Bay and now he's dead. Who did this? They will get theirs." The only thing that kept Jesse going was his hatred. He had to devise a plan to get back at the person who did .....

.... years allowing me to peer out across the Pond. I would look around myself and ponder the questions of life and become fascinated with everything around me as well as listen to the sounds of nature. I hear many sounds; the ribbit of a dirty-green plump frog hidden amongst the underbrush, chirps of birds high in the sky, and the soft wind as it rustles leaves on the trees. The most amazing scene I have witnessed many times along this pond is the ducks. Every few days, I see a family of ducks traveling across the green grass. The smallest duck, no more than .....

.... I lick the sauce from the sockets, before beginning upon cocktail fingers and toes. Then pulling off a meaty drumstick, I feed the genitals and the guts to my Children of the Night, giving the young first choice. There is plenty to go around. Often mortals have asked why the wolves follow me and why I allow them to do so. Ours is a symbiotic relationship. I feed them, and they clean up after me. Simple, is it not? One cannot just leave all of those corpses and torn parts afield, now can one? Our relationship has endured for thousands of years and wil .....

.... the Hundsen's store she noticed a handsome guy standing in the checkout line. The line was very long, but it was almost his turn. It seemed like she had met him before, but his name would not come to her. He stood about six feet tall and had light brown hair. He was wearing a shirt almost exactly like the one she was wearing. She stood by the door to put her leather jacket on, and watched the guy pay for all of his merchandise. The store was a crowded street waiting for a parade to start. People were bumping into each other every were you went. .....

.... -- 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 a vampire in London. It is safe to say I get ideas out of thin air. When I do capture the intangible, I literally feel a rushing .....

.... mother. I was only sixteen years old I did not quite understand what was going on with my father’s health. I saw my father go from a well-built six foot two inch construction worker to a skinny very sick man. My mother pulled me aside one day about a week after we all found out he was terminally ill and explained to me what was going to happen. The next day I went to go see him at the hospital. The minute I saw him I started to cry he grabbed my hand and told me “stop crying it’s not that bad “ The family tried to convince him to get the treatment he needed .....

.... a couple of times, over a two-week period, she told me that I couldn't go anymore, but I sneaked passed her and went anyway. A week later, I got hurt again, so I snuck past her again even though she had told me not to go. That afternoon, she insulted me in front of everybody in the class; thus, I thought of her as a mean witch. Later that school year, I accidentally placed my finger in the doorway and someone slammed it without knowing my finger was there. She didn't care; therefore, she didn't tell me what to do. Consequently, I had to hold the two parts of my finger and run upstairs alone. Even though i .....