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Austin Expository

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Chairs creaking and ovens “Dinging”. You can hear some good-old-fashioned folk-music playing in the background,  almost drowned out by the lively chatter of adults to small children. Austin has so many great places to see, but my favorite, by far, is Pasha’s.

My favorite part, obviously , would have to be the food.  It’s  the kind that’s especially mouth-watering-finger-licking-good, you know, the kind that you can only get from homegrown cafes . The macaroons come in chocolate (my favorite) and vanilla , the homemade Italian Sodas melt into your mouth then hit you with a burning taste in your throat, even the ice-cream sundaes are all homemade and should ALWAYS be topped with extra-extra whip cream .  Ugh, my mouth is watering just thinking about it!

To top it off, the rundown, broken down, mismatched decor is welcoming. Every time I walk in with my dad and my bother we’re greeted with shouts of, “The Womacks are here!” or perhaps, “The usual?”  Now we go there every Friday 5:30 sharp ready to munch on delectable pecan drops, fluffy cupcakes, and sticky macaroons, but I know for a fact any newcomers will be greeted with warm welcomes and good afternoons. The place itself is like a home away from home.

So, if you are ever in need for new foods to try out, or have a craving for the best warm cookies in town, Pasha’s  is always going to welcome you with open arms and a good latte.

Writing Blurb

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She was sitting on an armchair in the dimly lit room. With her legs tucked under her. Wrapped in a warm, downy wool blanket which seemed to bring her no comfort at all. Most people would think she was relaxing but her ridged postured hinted something else, something darker. Her slim fingers clutched desperately to a cup of tea which she had yet to drink from. Her eyes gazed unblinkingly toward the window, her expression so empty,  it seemed as though she had ceased breathing.

It was a truly lovely day. While nature always delighted her before, she couldn’t bring herself to appreciate the world after what the seemingly cruel universe had done. The sky was light blue, spotted with fluffy white clouds that slowly drifted across it, freely, without any worries. Blinding rays of sun shot through the rustling tree leaves casting shadows all over the yard. The warmth of the sun caressed the surface of the window, brightening her face but doing nothing to dull the ache inside her.

Sometimes, she contemplated running away, but always quickly chided herself for it.

Although a part of her acknowledged that life needed to go on, some of her just wanted to shout at the world until her voice was horse.  Scream and scream and scream so the world would understand her pain, so she could pretend that it didn’t happen, so the world could understand that what it did was wrong, and she wasn’t going to take any of it. But then she would realize that screaming wouldn’t accomplish anything, shouting wouldn’t undo anything, all she could do was sit in that armchair, in the dimly lit room.

Another Explode a Moment

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The room was shrouded in shadowy ray-less-light. As if you could sense the despair hanging in the air.
My knee bounced in worried anticipation. My fingernails well,they were-long-gone. My eyes had found the ticking clock yet agin. My body was rigid with fear. My ears were longing for the piercing sound of a ring. Distress was clearly written across my face.
I was worried.
Worried for what the call would bring… worried for what the call would mean.
And then the dreaded moment came “ring,ring…”

Worry is Harmful

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You know the feeling,that you get,the one at the pit of your stomach,that never ending gnawing away. The one that’s always there.

For example worry effects your mood. If you’re worried about something that might happen later in the day ,you’ll be distracted and do things you wouldn’t normally do. One day I had a competition after school which effected my mood the ENTIRE morning. I was irritable and rude due to my nervousness about the upcoming competition and regretted every thing that spilled out of my mouth. I was so worried what would happen later that I wasn’t noticing what was happening right in front of me.

In addition you may get so caught up with being worried about what you’re doing that you don’t even pay attention to what you’re doing. For example whenever I have a test, I psych myself out so much that I don’t even pay attention to my questions and answers. Consequently, my grades never impress. You shouldn’t let fear distract you

In conclusion don’t psych yourself. Don’t let that feeling in the stomach defeat you. Don’t let worry effect you in this way. Worry can be helpful in that it gives you an edge, but the effects can be harmful. Don’t let it be too overwhelming.

Thanksgiving

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Thanksgiving is by far my favorite holiday. Usually my family will make the drive out to Lake Charles, Louisiana. This is one of those years. This year my mom is going to New York with one of my sisters and one of my brothers to take care of my Grandmother. Because a lot of my siblings will be staying at college, I’ll be making the drive with only three of my brothers and my dad for six very long hours.

I Am From My Family

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I am from double bunk beds

from screams and shouts

I am from the stone house between the 60 foot palm trees

the smell of maple bacon wafting through the house at ungodly hours

I am from the Gardenia whose long limbs always scratching on the windows

I am from arguments or “debates”

From Mom and Dad and the rest of my “innocent” siblings

and from practical jokes

I am from punishments and rewards

and the “Not Me” monster

I am from Santa Monica

From too much Valium

and stories that will last forever

I am from long forgotten pictures in photo albums that probably won’t ever      be found

I am from all of these things both good and bad

I am from all of these things weather I like it or not