... and don't feel happy at all. It feels as though I am living on borrowed time but for what purpose. I want answers, but there are none, until I started to get these unusual dreams. At first, I did not take much notice of them until the dreams started to repeat, ... would start by me staring out into the dark night, watching one by one as the stars start to appear, bringing their light to earth, even though each star could possibly no longer exist, as light from their rays could take millions of years to reach us. I ... be laying next to me with both of her hands on her side and her eyes ...

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... a ghastly shade of cream. The bright, fuzzy spots of color at the front of the room I assumed to be flowers, a thought I confirmed a second later when their scent swallowed me whole. I felt nauseous. Suddenly, I was extremely aware of my own thundering breathing. It seemed as if 2 everyone else was aware too, as they ... convinced me to wait for another ride with Melissa and Liz. I agreed, and waved good-bye as Lisa slammed the shiny ruby-red car door shut. I remember watching them drive away. I remember turning and walking towards the door, trying to thing of the exact place where I put...

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Reading Richard Wright's stories after reading Hurston's Their Eyes Were Watching God was like jumping into a cold shower and wiping the sleep from my eyes. His writings wake you up for the gross injustices and inhumanities that Blacks encountered in the South, and still today face everyday all over America. Hurston's South was a microcosm of ... in the elevator just goes to show that Blacks were damned if they did or damned if they did not. His writings are very intense, they force the reader to think about what was going on by throwing it in their face with such descriptiveness and explici...

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