The Crazy Life Of A Freckled-Face Carrot-Top

This past April 20th was the Columbine shootings 18th anniversary.       Rachel Scott, 17 and first to be shot, would have turned 36 years this August 5th. Her and along with 12 others, including a teacher, would have been still alive if the shooters decided not to do it, or were stopped.  But they were not.       Recently, the movie called, "I am not ashamed" was released, telling about the life of Rachel Scott. She lived for God and died for God.       Richard Castaldo, a student she was with when the shooting started, confirms it. He is now paralyzed from the shooting.       Richard Castaldo was hit eight times in his left arm, right arm, chest, back, and abdomen. Richard was asked first by the shooters if he believed in God. He didn't, so he answered no.       The shooters then directed there attention to Rachel, leaving Richard. They asked her the sa...

                                                              Deer in the Headlights

"You doing okay, Perry?" My dad asked from the wheel. "I'm okaayyy......" I said, while curl up in the fetal position on the boats benches. I couldn't take anymore of this. NO MORE. I sat up, but only was knocked back down with a wave of dizziness. I laid there, looking into the robin egg blue sky. What was I thinking? Why had I done that? I thought back to the scene that only happened about a month and a haft ago. I had gone in the middle of the night to New York City with my friend Emily to watch the Sound of Music play. It was great. I felt independent. But now when I think back to it, it was NOT a wise decision. I guess I didn't really think about how long the play was actually. It was about four hours long. Then after we got something to eat. It all lasted seven hours. Hour to get there, Hour play, Hour eating, and hour getting back. By the time I got back it was seven o'clock in the morning. Yeah, I did not think it through. Th...

I could feel the dread seep into me as the idea came up. No. I couldn't go for a whole summer to my grandparents house, on a little unknown island in the middle of the pacific ocean. I hated water. And I hated being away from my family for more then a week. And that far away? No way! I knew my other siblings would be dying to go, but the answer was always the same. "Perry needs some time to her self, to think over what she did." I knew I would get a punishment for what I had done earlier that summer, but never had I thought it would be this bad. Not saying I don't like my grandparents and stuff, I just hated where they lived. You had to take a boat to get to them, and it took for ever. Did I mention I hate water? Yes, it was torture enough when we, Dad, Mom, Sandra, Sam, and I had gone a year ago to visit. Yet, I was on the dreaded boat we went on last year. "Do I seriously have to do this?" I asked mom, as she walked off the boat an...

This blog will mostly be used for short stories, poems, and photography. And generally what's on my mind. Let's start it off by saying: "Let God have your life; He can do more with it than you can." - Dwight L. Moody  And: "God interrupt whatever we are doing so that we can join You in what You’re doing." - Francis Chan