Cat in the Rain Essay

NRE- 155 Course Title: Environmental Law and Policy Course Coordinator: Mr. M V Shiju Documentary review- GASLAND Directed by-JOSH FOX United States of America, the superpower is stated as an example whenever we discuss how governance should play its role in people’s welfare. Gasland is an outcome of the letter Josh Fox received by a natural gas company to drill in his backyard. This documentary can be an eye opener or a setback for all those who think that it’s just the developing…

on. There was a deflated swimming pool lying a few feet in front of me. One of those kiddy pools that can only hold about a foot of water, and even to my young mind, looked boring and babyish. It was dirty, yet mostly dry except for the remains of rain water, and it hadn 't rained for several days at that point. I stood up to begin my journey back, and I instinctively turned around hoping to go back in the direction I came from, which hopefully; would be my warm, cozy, home. However; I didn…

One of the players of Sword Art Online raised her saber behind her ear and held the position, feeling the Sword Skill charge. Once it was she let it explode as she spun her blade around. She was just one of a large group of Clearers currently fighting the Floor 49 Boss: The Sky Serpent. Floor 49 was Aztec themed with thick jungles, giant stone buildings, and ziggurats. It should have been little surprise that the Boss for it was based on the Quetzalcoatl from Aztec myth. Lyra ducked under one…

I know one man which hanged his brother, I know one other which killed to death his brother, in Costa I had one eagle as friend, the rain protected me, Orgon that is, I was traced by Wilhelm Reich and I am well. People from Costa are witnesses of my magic powers. Dona Elizete knows me, in those times I had red beard, I was the best goalkeeper from Portugal (after…

I just want you to know Callie - you were good enough, you were better than enough. You were everything I wanted, when you were born I did what I knew was best for you, because my precious baby girl, you deserved the world. My life spun off the deep end when I was 17, I had stolen my father's vehicle one night to go to a party, I drove home drunk and ended up writing the car off. My dad was so sick of my rebellious actions, after that night I still remember my father's hand stinging my left…

DANCE WITH ME: A COLLECTION OF DRAMATIC POETRY TABLE OF CONTENTS: The Prologue CHAPTER I: RECOLLECTIONS OF A LITTLE BOY & SOJOURNS ON THE BEACH So You Want Subversive Eh? " Outdooring—A Naming Ceremony For An Eight Day Old Respect Not So My Brother?—A Tribute Last Day The Kelewele Seller The Man On The Beach Life Through The Eyes Of A Ten Year Old A Mango Thief Searching Water CHAPTER II—WORK ETHIC: Adinkra Symbols A Vagrant The Drum The Son Of A Coffee Farmer Hands Of An…

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One of the biggest fears of people all over the world is the fear of being alone. We have all evolved into social beings, and our very existence depends on our numbers. These fears usually stem from childhood, where they experienced a traumatizing effect such as the loss of a parent or friend through divorce, death, or lack of physical or emotional care. The person grows up and has huge trust issues that usually affect the person they have a relationship with. The person feels like the person…

“I beg to differ,” she said, holding up her bandaged hand. “No matter what you think about this old house, I don’t believe in ghosts,” she said, shaking off her true feelings, allowing the wine to fill her with courage. “No matter what you think, things exist whether you’re aware of them or not.” “Are you saying something’s in this house?” she asked. “Really? The Prescott Ghost?” Sarah scoffed and took another drink. She was starting to feel a little woozy but brave, nonetheless. “Whatcha got to…

Genevieve is also the author of the published short story titled “The End” and poem titled “My Fire and Ice.” In her free time, she plays soccer and volleyball. A long time ago, deep beneath the deep blue sea, there was a beautiful cream-coloured shell that lived with her two coral-coloured starfish parents. Shell was happy, but she always felt as if something were missing, as if she were different than everyone else. Unfortunately, different was not a good thing at her school. All different…