When my mom had parked between the 2 faded, yellow parking lines, I had taken my time to take a deep breath in and out before I got out because, I know the minute I walk out of that car, the game was on! So before I got out of that clustered, squishy car I took in a deep breath and out, and went out of the car rushing before anyone will notice I stayed behind for a bit. When we had opened the door you could feel the difference of the unpleasant, frost, cold weaken away as the clammy moisture hits your face as soon as you step foot in the building. It felt like when you were a child in the swimming pool jumping in the hot tub and running to the cold water. I finally had a chance to take a long blink remembering where I am and what for.…
1. Describe a time when you experienced a significant period of suffering. How did you deal with that experience? How did you find comfort in the midst of suffering?…
I was flying, high up in the atmosphere, zooming past clouds, skirting birds, and basking in the hot sun. The sky, a never-ending vast expanse of teal blue, surrounded me, as I flew somewhere. I felt like I was on top of the world. The air rushed past me creating a soft whistle in my ear, but making my body cool. I don't know why, but I was so excited and joyous.…
The Montrose Precipice I It all went back to the summer of 1932 when tragedy struck; its affect was wide-spread in the community, most of it at least. Little occurred in Montrose, Colorado, but what it lacked excitement, it made up for in character. Stories arose, those about the precipice, the ancient precipice, home to a demon, or so they say.…
As I look up at the sky, which is blood red like the sun stabbed it so it could get away from its eternal partner,I begin to hear the horrible noises of these sky creatures. Their horrible squealing draws everything's attention because it sounds the an incantation to summon the devil from the pits of the underworld. The howling wind joins in trying to make the summoning happening quicker but instead it makes me feel like my ears are going to bleed and starts to cast a sleeping spell on anyone caught in this siren song. The trees become alive to this bewitching tunes as their rodent inhabitants begin to run around trying to attack one another like wolves attacking a deer. Next door the neighbor’s rowdy brats come outside, probably because this is their favorite tune, with their wild and atrocious dog to play game of run around and destroy the yard or as most call it fetch.…
Burnt, peeling skin slipped off my sun beaten arm. A salty tear dropped down my face, and I swallowed it, soaking in every bit of bitter liquid I could taste. I squinted, the sun capturing my green eyes at a glare. I reached over and grabbed my sunglasses, protecting my damaged eyes from the harmful UV rays. Suddenly, the world came into view.…
The rolling hills of town would burst into a soft blanket of green as spring entered, bringing with her all of the standard vernal beauties and graces. The river sparkled in the sunlight and one could see the rounded rocks lining the bottom through the waters clear frame, seemingly inviting him to come and swim in its soothing currents. Stopping to sit down on the bench overlooking the river, he watched the sun slip past the horizon. When the glow of twilight was fading, and streetlights were turning on, he heard a voice in the distance. Beckoning to him like a siren’s song he followed it through the now foggy streets.…
Sometimes I dream that I am again standing at the pathway of the Burkley house. The chimney billowed with smoke, and the magnolia bushes in full bloom; like they once did in that spring time air which curled around your every movement. I dream of again clomping my over-sized shoes against the ever twisting stone path, catching rain drops and petals in my unkempt hair. I will not lie; I do long for the Burkley house, for the essence of my youth still stays trapped in those lengthy hallways. I often forget the blizzards that struck, the lighting that cast us in darkness, the people I met.…
Makenzie Jensen 10/19/17 3rd hour/Barker Personal Narrative Lions and Tigers and Bears, Oh My!!!! The birds are singing from the tops of the trees. Butterflies fluttering around me. The stream babbling in the distance.…
To Fly Imagine you are laying outside in the grass. You see the clouds moving in the sky. You feel a small breeze, and it ruffles your hair. The smell of grass is so strong; you can almost taste it.…
Sense of Self How can one define a “sense of self”? Is it the morals that one lives by or is it the actions that they take? In actuality, it is a combination of both. A true understanding of one’s sense of self are the morals that they believe in and how they use those morals in their everyday lives.…
The cool strong breeze Strikes me As I slip through the trees Stealthily creeping through the valley Waiting for my prey to wander and stray The scent of elk is clear and fresh Chasing, bounding after one He is still weak and young…
It’s a Surprise “Yes, it’s true, why would I lie? Especially about this?” “You really called a dwaven lord ‘Harder’ instead of ‘Hargar’ for an entire council meeting?” You couldn’t get your head around the face that an especially important dwarf such as Thorin Oakenshield could have a regal mishap. “It sounded like it, what can I say?…
Brandi Harbaugh Professor Boudreaux English 255 Section 00 19 February 2018 Seeing in an Unusual Light The wind howled through the house, sounding as if voices were calling to the man inside. He stood abruptly and ran out the door, its’ hinges screaming as they were pushed to their limit, into the chilled night air. He heard the voices of the wind; the bumping of the rain on the forest floor.…
Reconciliation Interrupted by the faint sounds of birds chirping and grass swaying in the gentle breeze, the calming silence became a distant memory. As the birds flapped their wings, moving at the edge of the tiny meadow, from one tree to the next, they cast their shadows over the body of a small brown skinned, black haired girl. She lay on her back in the hilltop grass, facing directly up towards the almost blinding light of the afternoon sun. Her dark skin, holding a lively warm glow, reflected the rays of sunlight off of her quickly flickering eyelids. Suddenly, they were open, revealing her dark brown almond shaped eyes and her ever so slightly off white sclera.…