The views and opinions expressed in this book are those of the authors and do not necessarily reflect those of Avondale University. This book is dedicated to the people who worked on the front lines of the pandemic, keeping us healthy and protected, at great cost to themselves. We answered it with our imaginations, growing up in isolation, we find ourselves in stories from our history, our newfound interests, our relationships, daydreams and our confinement anxiety.
We found that our new world and our fresh place in it was no longer lit and we felt unbalanced. Dancing around my corners, dampening ambitions and dreams As I sit motionless on a lonely bench Rocking, tiptoeing, back and forth In rhythm with the heartbeat of time Waiting for a whistle that never seems to come; waiting for a beat that never seems to drop. With a bird's eye view in my mind Up there I remember who I am down here I disappear.
And out of the darkness came an answer, hauntingly familiar because it was from my own mouth. His clothes smell of cigarettes and his breath still smells of beer - I'll choose him over all others It's no secret.
34;We cannot direct the wind, but we can adjust our sails" - Thomas S Monson I am anchored in this sea of life. Mine is not to reason, to justify, nor to fabricate a purpose that may or may not sail .the mind has an answer fight or flight But I never chose fight I always ran One day I will escape these walls But today will not be that day.
Waiting for the right time to go out and scour the land. You get up and run at full speed. It seems everyone has found a matching set, so why haven't you snagged one yet. Or simply because it is a small and fragile thing. You don't know if you're ready for things to change. So this secret should not be freely exchanged, but is it really something you need to hide.
You are afraid to touch it in case it flies away, But if it does, neither will come. They say it feels like it, but you don't know if it isn't. You don't know if it's a flitter-flutter or a busy-buzz. Can someone just help please.
The sound of wings is familiar, yet breaks the silence. Perhaps an incipient banging can provide some guidance. Achievement was a lure A siren's song on the sea breeze Waiting for everything and nothing less A raised hand was a signal to sigh. On me I felt every judging eye The changing of the leaves was a familiar sound Brands and years leafing in the wind. Adding turrets and towers to my castle Knowing they will disappear in time Motivation adrift with compass in hand Eyes on camps, plays, badges and bands Not much left to give.
What an excruciatingly true cliché. The tide took the academic confirmation but left the lighthouse in its place. I realized that my sand castles might wash away, but the light of memories would stay here. I'm not talented. Hasten, leaving the shelter of silence, The silence grows quieter as she rushes, Hoping to catch her prey,.
CHOMP!
He took it as an opportunity to see her Now he could see who she is. She inspired him to write a poem She inspired him to write a song. Through the voices of little souls Pitter patter pitter patter The sound of happy hunters Age is no barrier, all are equal Ready Walk steadily.
The race is on Pitter patter pitter patter White, milky, dark and caramel Sweet or bitter but always delicious A prize that all would find, that no one would deny Pitter patter pitter patter Screams of excitement. The countdown begins to see who could be the winner. As we approach Pitter patter pitter patter The contestants take their seats as silence fills the air. Wedding white and pure with sunset on the day of happiness, but revenge will win.
Marry white and pure with the sunset in a Day to be happy, as their new life begins. Because this is my pain and it shouldn't be yours, I refuse to be a burden to my father, I know he is struggling deeply.
Faces and names are not what they seem because when I see my face, I can only see the women who abandoned me. It's not your fault I'm locked up, it's not your fault I want to die.
What does it matter?!" She looked for a moment and crouched on the ground was the most memorable man she had ever seen. Your loss." She took a sip before putting it back in her pocket and stared at the view a little longer. Ohara!” She gasped, "You wouldn't believe what's behind that!" Ohara stood there silently.
Amma!" she exclaimed, dropping Imran to the floor in one swift movement to replace him with her grandmother's embrace. I will send one of the children to fetch us firewood from the nearby neighbors." She added: "Unfortunately, we don't have food, my husband went hunting, but he hasn't come back yet. That 'but' would have been, if she hadn't been exhausted today from all the meetings, those endless questions from the media..." she shut up and took a sip of tea.
He was the one who discovered how to create structures from scratch, giving technicians with this ability the name Buildtechs.” She defended him effortlessly. The fate of humanity will be determined by humanity,” she said as she left the room, now dark. My apologies, Madam President.” She gave him a knowing look as he sat down, but he just shook his head.
Sometimes the scars we carry are here,” She touches her damaged, gravelly cheeks, her blue eyes see a time that exists only in memory. But we can choose to hold onto even a little hope." She shakily folded the scarf and tied it under the young woman's chin. They hung them all over the city." She looked down and tentatively tied the knot.
At first she was happy about this observation – she had always found it difficult to get the right kind of attention from those taller than her. Have you talked to anyone else about it yet?' The barman's impediments come and go randomly", she apologized. I'd turn them all into food if I could!' She rolled her eyes and imitated the donkey's annoyance at the absurdity of his social context.
I couldn't get a word in edge-wise.' She rolls her eyes as if she were the donkey, 'Sew me a few solutions to nothing, that's what it did. Also some pigeons flew into the coup the other day.' She stops, some time passes in absolute dead silence, until it starts to get a little awkward. Not so much a page turner as something that filled my pages with something other than my life,” she smiled faintly, remembering the morning well.
And the next,” she searched for any reaction from her mother as they sat in the dark, damp room.
