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 The city was in ruins. All around them, the stench of decay lingered. The toxic atmosphere of pollution created a thick layer of tar in their throats. "What a beautiful day, don't you think?" Her lips dripped with sarcasm as she scrapped her nails against the cool metallic beam. "Fuck. Gets better everyday." He smiled despite himself. He lightly leaned his body against hers. "You know. If you squint it looks like it's sunset." Her laugh was cut short as the industry bell rang. "We need to get back." He grimaced at the thought of going back there. The world was at the mercy of man's over production. Man's desire for more. "I like it h

 She scratched at her skin. The frigid cold air of the night increasing her irritation. For an hour she had been standing outside the brightly lit theatre. An hour her flesh had slowly turned into an igloo harboring the raging furnace of her heart. A whole hour. He was late. She could imagine the film flickering in the theatre. Imagine the seat in which she should be sitting, but was not. No, instead she chose to stand her ground. Rooted outside to where he promised to meet her. Promised to be there. On time. She squeezed the phone in her hand. Knuckles turning white with the effort. She took aggravated deep breaths that froze her lungs. Sh

 The sunlight trickled in from the slight gap in the curtains. As the venomous rays fell upon her sleeping eyes, she slowly awoke. With a few slow blinks and a throbbing pain in her head, she saw the serious expression of her lover beside her. "You have a fever, babe." He stated angrily. A few days ago, he noticed the beginnings of her illness. It appeared on her expression. When she started to cough, he kindly suggested that she take a few days off to rest her aching body. She was swift to decline. If she could stand and function, then she could work. Would work. Now, however, she felt the pain. Her whole body weighed heavy on her bones,

The White House 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, NW Washington, DC 20500 June 25, 2010 Dear President Obama, I know that the BP Oil Spill, and the economy are the main concerns right now, but I have a personal concern about the education of the younger generations. I am a sixteen year old student at Oceana High School. I have recently witnessed the tragic loss of staff members, and the pain on the faces of those who endured drastic pay cuts. Teachers just don't make enough as it is, and when I saw how determined they were to continue teaching us; I realized that something was seriously wrong with school districts in California. Now, it may s

Growing up, your parents tell you not to talk to strangers, and the stress the fact that you should never get into a strangers car. Her mother did the same, of course. Her mother screamed at the top of her lungs that she should never even look at a stranger. "Keep your head high and just look forward. Don't turn away. Look dead ahead of you." She hated her mother her entire life. Once or twice, she tried to murder her, and yet, she always listened to her mother. Whenever her mother asked for something, she would get it. When her mother told her to fight back instead of get hit, she did. When her mother died she held onto those values and idea

I walked away thinking you'd call after me. Without conviction I desired you to comfort me. As the days past without word from you, I assumed my position in society, and left you in my heart to die. You haunted every dream I had and every reality I lived. Your image followed me everywhere, but never once did I see you. I took a deep breath that forced in the scent of pure rapture that I was never to feel again. After a month, I stopped thinking about you. I got a second job that occupied my time, so I never really slept or eat. I couldn't think about you even if I wanted to, I never have a moments rest. I had turned myself into you instead.

I never stopped to think that he may be struggling to survive. I never have any money for anything, and it always seemed to me that he did. New clothes, new shoes, how was I supposed to know if he wasn't going to tell me. He had a tattoo that cost a down payment for a car. I thought he was loaded. Never really stayed in school long enough to learn everything, but enough to pass every class with a solid B. I questioned him many times on how his day was going, or if he was doing okay, but he ruffled my hair and laughed at me. He told me he was always okay. Nothing was ever wrong. That was a lie. We didn't go to the same school or live in the

When she found out, she wasn't mad. She grabbed her things and headed outside. You'd think a woman dressed in her finest high class dress would look suspicious walking through the lice infested, homeless infect slums. Ah, but no. She seemed to be familiar. Waltzing with purpose, she stopped in front of a sleeping homeless man. She gently pressed the foot of her heel into the man's stomach. He complained for a moment, before cracking an eye open to see who it was. A sick twisted smile stretched across his face. A mad man he appeared. My oh my, what a large envelope she had in her hands. That is one lucky homeless man. When she found out, she