He tripped over his feet making his books fly everywhere. It was the seventh time he had been purposely pushed just that day. “Watch out, what are you? Dumbo?” The other boy laughed. “Excuse me? You did not just say that to him,” replied a girl standing a few feet away. She bent down and picked up a few of his books. Others did the same. “He is perfectly fine just the way he is. Why do you insist on bullying him?” she asked. She helped the boy up and handed him his books. “Come on. Let’s get to class,” she advised.
“Mocked and Ridiculed she Ghosted the halls,
Nowhere to go, Surrounded by Walls,
She holds her books,
Feeling like she’s on a hook,
She wants to cry,
For the devil hit the bullseye.”
-The Dark Bullseye
Many know that our words hold power. But few know just how powerful they can be.
One, two, three, four, five. Five jagged lines on her wrist. Five lines for a countdown. One- a lash out from her father. Two- lies spread like wildfire about her at school. Three- betrayed trust. Four- the laughing stock in science class. Five- a breakup with her boyfriend. All within the same week. She cried every night, but no one saw…
“Move it to the left a little. Little more… Perfect!” I stepped back and previewed what we had done. We had been building a new bookshelf because my other one was starting to overflow. I saw a crack starting to snake its way up the side…
The biggest difference between a debate and an argument is that a debate is based on facts while an argument becomes a proper title when opinions and/or name calling gets involved. Some of the biggest arguments and debates that occur are about religion. Did Jesus really exist? What did the evidence say?
I walked around the event grounds wondering what I should do next. Or at least trying to act like I am. I nodded to the leader as we walked past as casually as I could. I saw a couple other performers ghosting around the area as I heard the music start up behind me. I turned around trying to appear confused.