Sagging is the trend of stupidity- Freewrite 2

Sagging is an absurd trend sweeping youth by the legs.
Although wearing sagging pants is a popular fad among students, it is also a rather repulsive one. It showcases the boxers of men who participate, which contradicts the name underwear.
This trend of sagging one’s pants first originated in prison where inmates were prohibited from having belts or shoestrings in order to keep them from harming other inmates or themselves. Unable to properly hold their pants up, inmates’ pants would fall below their waist. After the inmates were released, it was already a habit to wear sagging pants.
As to why those who are privileged enough to own a belt would choose not to wear it is a mystery. To carry oneself in that manner shows much ignorance and lack of respect to those around them. When one is sagging, it is apparent that they only care about other’s opinions, and that’s why they are adhering to this fad.
Wearing sagging pants is a symbol of both arrogance and ignorance. When someone is sagging their pants, it shows that they are both apathetic to those around them and unaware of what they are truly representing.
It is surprising the length some students will go to sag in school as well as other public places.  Some of the students on campus will wear extra layers of clothing in order to prevent going against the dress code. Other students however do not try to hide behind extra layers of clothing; they choose to be ‘cool’ and go with the fad the way it was intended to be presented.
The act of degrading oneself in order to meet the status quo of popularity is ridiculous. Being fashionable is not worth lowering physical demeanor.
It is shameful to say that sagging is becoming more acceptable among our society. From tucking our shirts in to letting our pants fall below our waist, society is taking a downward spiral.
Is blindly following celebrities like Lil Wayne the appropriate thing to do, or should society go back to the days where it was considered rude to wear hats indoors? Surely there is a fine middle ground that society can stick to in order to avoid demeaning itself, while staying at a modern style.
This trend is evolving and adapting as time moves forward. It started with letting only the waistband of boxers show to seeing the entire backside of one’s underwear. Soon this trend will turn into people having their pants around their ankles. Unless society takes a few steps back, it will never be able to move forward.
The solution to this ongoing problem is fairly simple: wear a belt or buy pants that fit. It shows that one cares about how they look and that they are not influenced by those around them. If previous generations saw the showing of a woman’s ankles indecent, then why doesn’t current society see the showing of men’s underwear obscene?
Trends come and go, so maybe with more time this one will go as well. In time the youth may become more respectable and educated enough to present themselves in a manner in which is better than the current one.

A Swim Meet Moment- Poem 3

The starting block drips with water mixed with sweat and determination
The water ripples and flows as it waits for the next wave of people
The water is cold
It encompasses like a cold blanket
Hands move faster than lightning
Feet kick up and down to force water away
The flip turn comes
Bubbles scream out to keep water out
Feet push off of the firm cement wall
It repeats over and over
Touch the wall for the final time
The insane gasp for air
The hope of a dropped time
Muscles scream to not climb out of the pool
The excited look of teammates
The relief of peeling a cap off of a throbbing head
Nothing beats the water of passion

Beacon of Hope- Short Story 3

The date was May 8^th, 1849. After a long journey from St. Louis, the group of settlers had arrived tired and weak at the base of a mountain in Idaho.

          Only half the original group was still alive. Their decision to leave in March was a bad one and had cost them precious lives. Mildred and her family were the first car on the wagon train and they were able to have first glance at this new land that had been untouched by the white man.

          “Wow, what a beautiful mountain!” exclaimed Mildred’s sister, Jane.

          “Indeed it is,” Mildred agreed. “Not quite like any others we’ve passed.”

          The mountain was a flowing landform that had a snow-capped top. A flourishing pine forest along the slopes of the mountain made it seem as though it were something of pure imagination because of the beauty it had. Many of the settlers had never seen quite a sight and were very perplexed at how beautiful God could make the world.

          Off in the distance, Mildred noticed something white fluttering in the wind. However, she didn’t think anything of it because she was so used to seeing unfamiliar things. The journey had provided Mildred with the experience of a lifetime and she knew how important that was and cherished it greatly. After a long journey, everyone was glad to have some room for themselves and to start setting up a permanent settlement. Everyone went to sleep with the anticipation of settling in tomorrow, but Mildred had other things in mind.

          Mildred wasn’t your typical seventeen year old girl. She had a very “out of the box” way of thinking and this caused her to be incredibly smart. She had a very pessimistic view on life and only had one lifetime best friend. She was also very curious about the concept of death and had been allowed to explore it more since she had been around so much death lately.

          The next morning, everyone woke up in high spirits even though the weather was dreary.  A foggy, misty day was in place for them, but no one seemed to mind. Mildred woke her best friend, Sarah, to go explore the new area they were in. It had rained during the night so the ground was saturated and the grass was very wet. Sarah’s father, William, caught Mildred and Sarah before they went out to explore and tagged along, to the dismay of the girls.

          “There’s no telling what is out there,” William said. “Protection of you young ones is the most important job of a parent, so whether you like it or not, I’m coming. I can’t believe you girls still want to go with the weather like this.”

          “Just because the weather is terrible, doesn’t mean the exploration will be terrible,” Sarah snapped back.

          “We need to absorb the beauty of this land before it’s spoiled,” Mildred said.

          As they walked off into the fog and mist, they couldn’t help but feel more alone as they got farther away from the group. They had that feeling of utter aloneness, the same one they had when they were lost in the Rocky Mountains. Mildred was the first to notice the white ruffle and as they got closer to it, they realized it was the body of a young girl.

          “Look! I saw that yesterday! I can’t believe it is still here,” Mildred cried out.

          Mildred and Sarah looked at each other and they instantly knew something was wrong. How could a dead person perched up on sticks not have been fed on in the past twelve hours?

          “Father, let’s go,” Sarah said.

          It was too late though. They were instantly surrounded by a fog that was so thick they couldn’t see one another. Total blackness enveloped them all and they soon passed out in a heap, barely breathing. They woke up in a pit covered by a grass roof and Mildred began to think this had something to do with the girl on the perch. Sarah and William were contemplating ways to escape while Mildred was lost in thought. She had the strange feeling that herself, Sarah, and William were slightly transparent, but it didn’t seem possible.

          “Let’s just bust out,” Sarah urged.

          “We don’t know what’s out there!” William said.

          “We have to do something. We can’t just sit here and die because it’s obvious that we are going to have to get out of this ourselves,” Sarah said to her father with a bitter and solemn tone.

          Mildred had finally awoken from her “thought coma” and began to converse with William and Sarah.

          “William, we have to get out of here. Whatever that girl was doing on that perch, it’s not good. She’s like a siren of some sort, just dragging people like us to our doom. There’s something very, very wrong here,” Mildred said.

          William finally agreed and they prepared to bust out. They pushed the top open and gasped as they noticed that there was no one around guarding them. The pit had become stuffy and the air outside of the pit was a welcome relief to them. They made a mad dash for what they hoped was running away from the pit and girl on the perch.

          “This has to be the right way. That girl on the perch surely couldn’t be following us,” Sarah said in-between her sobs.

“Speak of the devil,” Mildred said as she said a quick prayer.

“Where are you going?” asked the mysterious girl. “This is your home now. Don’t you see, you all are just like me: dead.”

Those words broke the heart and spirit of Mildred, William, and Sarah. Their high hopes of getting out were suddenly shot down and they couldn’t feel any worse. Then something weird happened, all three of them lost feeling in their bodies.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have come to Idaho…” Mildred said as they faded into oblivion.

Miracle Birth- Short Story 2

The wedding ring wouldn't come off.

We tried everything from Vaseline to butter, but it just wouldn't come off. Molly was going into labor and she couldn't have her ring on because the swelling would cut circulation off to the rest of her finger. 

Our first son was coming and it was about to be even more memorable if Molly lost her finger. The truck was all ready for the trip to the hospital, so we jumped in and I sped out of the driveway and put my V8 engine to work.
As I sped toward the hospital, I got caught at a red light. It was 4 in the morning and we had to sit there for 3 minutes before the light changed and I pressed the gas so when it turned green that I spun the tires. All the while, Molly was moaning and digging her fingers into the door handle.
I screeched into the parking lot of the hospital and pulled up to the emergency room doors. The rev of my engine echoed off the rafters hanging over the driveway and pissed Molly off.
"Turn off your damned truck!" she screamed loudly at me. I promptly turned the engine off before I hustled her into the emergency room.
"He's coming! Hurry!" she begged.
"Just hold on," I calmly said. I ran into the nurses' station and got their attention.
"My wife's in labor! Come help me get her in a wheelchair!" I practically pleaded.
One of the nurses grabbed a wheelchair and we ran to my waiting wife who was practicing her breathing.
"I'm about to have this baby on this seat," she heaved out in between breaths.
We got her onto a wheelchair and the nurses took her to maternity while I went and parked the truck, grabbed the diaper bag and Molly's bag. I ran faster than ever over to maternity. As I rushed in, I became more aware of how the hospital stank of ammonia cleaners and cafeteria food with a slight mix of blood.
When I made it to her room, I yanked the video camera out of my bag and threw on some scrubs per the doctor's orders. This was the biggest milestone in my life and I couldn't be happier. In fact, I was shaking from so much happiness that I couldn't keep the video camera still enough to focus. I also noticed the doctors were able to get Molly's ring off without having to cut it, thank God.
That's when Molly started pushing. I was about to hold my son for the first time. The doctor pulled out a little red crying mass that began to squirm and cry in his hands.
"Seems like he's going to be a handful," the doctor said. "He's going to be quite the wild child, I can tell."
"I'm sure we'll be able to handle him," I said confidently.
That's when I spoke too soon. The doctor walked around the corner to go clean him up and check his vitals when all of sudden, there's a flash of light and a scream; it was the doctor's. There was a demonic laugh from the corner and then a dying moan from the doctor.
Tyler, our son, walked around the corner glowing red and said that he was going to spare us because we were his parents and at that, he exploded into a flash of brilliant white that made you think you died. Molly and I were flung out the window as the light hit us.
Molly started crying after we hit the ground, gently somehow. I cradled her as I stared in disbelief at the smoldering remains of the hospital.