An Autumn Afternoon

beginning much like being born. The playfulness of the melodies exuded a sense of innocence. The transition into summer represented the responsibilities assumed when becoming an adult. The fruits of the labor invested in life can be harvested in autumn. Finally, the cold of winter takes over representing death. The intensity of the message was felt by all of the performers, especially Janine Jansen whose expressions were easily read during the concert. This connection was felt between all of…

Then I woke up from my dream and got ready for school. I was pretty early so I just started walking around the school for a bit. I started thinking about how I used to look before I had to dye my hair blue, put piercing on and these fake tattoos. It kinda frustrated me that these hunters have made us specials go to these measures so we can survive this world with the humans. I feel like we look like cowards hiding from the hunters when we can just fight back. I 'm tired of hiding. All of…

effort of holding my breath. Would this ever end? Moments later, I found myself on the ground, lying upon a carpet of fallen leaves. Soaked and trembling, I sputtered, then took in a long, deep breath of fresh autumn air. I was back in the Valley of the Fallen Kings, and the afternoon sun shone down.…

there in the afternoon and wait and wait and wait…waiting until the sun melted into the horizon. The tops of the hills would turn amber and it would seem as if it were burning; a fire in sky. By this spot were a stack of rocks. They were silhouetted in the twilight and I could almost believe it were a person standing with me. The rocks and I would nearly always stay at the site until dawn. Just us. Feeling the reborn sun on our backs as it would float into the atmosphere once more. Autumn was…

with it, however by the end is not sure it is the right decision. Both characters are unable to understand the damage of their lives that they have done themselves. John Cheever's “The Swimmer” is about a vibrant, cheerful man, Neddy. One summer afternoon he feels like an explorer and decides to swim his way home from a cocktail party through all the pools in his county. As he starts his journey he feels like…

were the words I had spent my whole life following. Since intuition can be extremely powerful, it had always steered me in the right direction, at least until four years ago. It was back when the darker nights had approached, and the chilly, breezy autumn days had just arrived. My dad and I had planned to bring Sophia, my puppy, to Franklin Park. A wondrous park filled with beautiful green trees, lively green grass, a gigantic golf course, and numerous people walking. Maybe I shouldn 't have…

question is will a rocket without wings fly straight and high? This question is what my team of Jack, Gus and I at Nature’s Classroom decided to test. It was a beautiful, calm afternoon at Nature’s Classroom which I attended with most of my 6th grade class. We could see the bright, clear sky on this beautiful Autumn day. My friend Jack and I walked over to a table in the middle of the woods to begin our stomp rockets class. Spooky said, “Welcome to our Stomp Rockets class.¨ ¨Today we will…

In “The Swimmer,” John Cheever portrays the emotional state of an alcoholic as he devolves further into his addiction. The story follows a man called Ned Merrill who lives in a suburban neighborhood with his wife and kids; in the story, he decides to swim across town using all the pools in the area, and he encounters many of his neighbors during the journey. In this paper, I will argue that Ned’s journey swimming through the pools represents his devolution into alcoholism. This portrayal is…

she doesn 't understand how quick the time will fly, and what 's she looks forward to in the future, will soon be nothing but memories. I started to grow, very quickly. By the time I was only one and a half, my mother gave birth to her second child autumn brooke leftwich. We grew up together and were best friends. We never really wanted to be away from each other. We lived with our parents in a tiny house in clarence missouri. I would play in our toy room together doing things we probably…

A Childhood Relic It is the October of 2009. My feet hit the smooth, cool wooden floorboards as I rush out the door. I am filled with vitality as I take in a deep breath of fresh air. It is a late autumn afternoon; the orange leaves are falling gently from above. The clouds dominate the sky, shrouding any sign of blue from my sight. I quickly make my way to the backyard where my bike rests. The leather seat and rubber handlebars are speckled with yesterday’s rain. As I walk up to the sleek,…