Back porch

Getting past her would be too easy. “Alright, fine.” We escaped through the back door and walked at a faster pace than usual, Jem being careful to mind his arm. As we were walking past the Radley place, Jem stopped at the front gate. Atticus had told him of how Boo had helped us escape Mr. Ewell and carried Jem back home, for which Jem was grateful. “Jem, do you think he’ll come out again?” “I hope so, I never even got to see him,” complained Jem…

Impeccable pruning and decoration, with shrubs and flowers and many paintings a year, it was no surprise that the people who lived in it were all clean freaks. Now, Emi only thought about this little fact for the sake of her neatness: one shrub beside the porch steps was somewhat… out of place. She couldn’t place how or why, either; it just…

There is an abandoned house on Main Street. Chipping white paint covers some of its’ surface as well as overgrown ivy and moss. The foundation is stained brown from dirt and water. Old, yellowing curtains still hang in the windows with black shutters. Something is odd about this this house, though, because rotting tombstones remain standing in a cemetery behind it. Nobody can explain why it is there, because the only churches in town are Saint Ann’s on East Grand Street and Musconetcong Valley,…

Zachery Mills Mr. Forbes October 26, 2015 LinC 4th hour (6th?) Short story The Three Gangsta Pigs. Once upon a time, in the 1980’s there were three little pigs that were tired of running from wolves with sharp fangs, and being abused. the pigs, then went into hiding, after a year of hiding they made their own gang where they made a list of wolves that wronged and started to go after them. And they would not stop till they go dark wolf (who was the nicest wolf) because they hated ho nice and rich…

Bruising on her hands and the lightest scratch above her right eye were all that seemed left. "So everything 's all right at home, then?" He lit a cigarette, leaning back on a grave. "Oh yeah, barrels of fun times." Buffy sighed, crossing her arms. "I 'm just glad they 're okay. Even if they keep waiting on me and haven 't let me patrol." So she 'd stayed in the extra nights on account of Joyce. Made sense…

Schrödinger’s Son The dilapidated porch painfully squeaked as Edwin hobbled out the door, slicing through the tranquility of Western Virginia. The Jeep was already emerging beneath the threshold of dust and dirt, stained and corroded, years past the service date. Yet it did its job, the faded blue of the postal Jeep stood outside Edwin’s property, exactly seven minutes past three on a Monday afternoon. Without a greeting, or even the slightest attempt at eye contact, the enigmatic blue…

comical most are deeply hurt by them. In some of the photos there is no need for captions explaining what racial stereotype was happening in other photographs such as a man standing on a porch without reading the caption one might be lost as to what the issue is. I the photograph with the man standing on the porch the man looks to be an older gentleman and looking tired, but nothing to really tell you what is happening to him, and then the caption reads “What are three things you can 't give a…

out about this problem in her novel To Kill a Mockingbird, where she thematically discusses how to understand others and their perspective. Scout, the protagonist and nostalgic adult looking back on her childhood, recalls events that led up to her brother’s broken elbow. Throughout the novel, she looks back and “discuss[es] the events” that led up to the “accident.” As Scout matures, Harper Lee’s lesson of understanding perspective develops. As a young child, Scout could not understand why some…

flapping in the breeze. There was furniture on the porch, and as we got closer I noticed several cats running to get away from us. There was a terrible smell of urine and feces coming from the open door. Barb knocked and an obese man answered the door. He had no shirt on, and his jean shorts were stained. He told us to meet him in the backyard. We made our way around the several broken down vehicles, and was shocked at the garbage that was piled in the back. I don’t think there was an empty spot…

Ever since I was little I had helped my great aunt prepare for memorial day and the 4th of july. My sister and i would go the day before and help wash the garage, golf carts and porch during the afternoon. In the evening, i'd help my aunt fix macaroni and potato salad. the next morning two of my cousins would come and help set up tables, chairs and start making all of the other food. Aunt Theresa's house doesn't have air conditioning. the doors and windows were always open and if there was…