Box Office Mojo

Whether or not you go to the movies every weekend, films are an important part of our lives in the modern world. No matter where you go you will inevitably see advertising for one movie or another, and if you do not then you will see one for a television show. In the age of the internet and social media it is truly impossible to escape movies even if you could not care less about them. I know people who have not been to a theatre in years and others, like myself, who go practically every week to…

Enlightenment at Papi’s Cuban Restaurant Food is a great way to reach people and make them feel sensations they have never felt before. Taste is one of the greatest of the five senses, and the ability to try a different culture’s food and get a glimpse of a new country with out ever leaving your hometown is amazing. Trying another culture’s food for the first time can be a very interesting experience. For instance if someone tries something that is from a Cuban restaurant he or she might enjoy…

the pebbles equally. Vesa chose boxes and placed one pebble at the time in each box until she run out of the pebbles, and then counted how many she had in each box: “There is three in each box.” The adult give her more pebbles and asked her to equally divide them between five boxes. She divided pebbles between boxes, counted how many she has in each box, wrote the correct number on a note paper and stick it on a box. When all boxes were counted and had the numbers on them, Vesa realised that all…

As I began to slowly open it, the sharp creakiness of the hinge grew louder. Just as I had fully opened the lid of the box, “whish!!” A rodent of some sort flew across the pile of wood in the box, and I slammed the lid shut and ran inside. I then took the remainder of mine and my father’s bags to the upstairs loft area while still trembling. The rest of the night was very peaceful for everyone. We ate some…

pocket knife to make me feel better. As I opened the first box I realized that it was full of clothes. Mark found books in his box, another box was full of trophies from soccer and basketball. All these boxes were full of someone’s personal things, we decided that it all belonged to the family that was living there before us and they probably just forgot to take this stuff. I opened up the last box and inside it was this other box. The box was small and it had blue lights coming from…

quietly as to not wake up my mom and my brother. The door creaked behind me and I moved boxes and slithered my way around the old garage until I saw a raccoon and Mitchell’s bike on its side. I chased that raccoon and tripped over a box that shone in my face. As I opened the box, my mind wandered on how it could be in here. The letter on the top…

“Santa.” “What?” “Call me Santa.” “… What do you want from me, Santa?” she repeated. “See those gifts?” He pointed to a table in the corner, stacked with toys and appliances. “Wrap them. I’ll be back with more.” Suddenly the Christmas-y tentacles reached out and dug into Dianna’s pockets, taking her and her boyfriend’s wallets. “What are you doing? Please, that’s all of my boyfriend’s Christmas money!” “I’m sure he’ll be happy to know it was used to for good. Have fun with the elves.” He…

illusion. Superstitious tradition symbolized an important role to the people in this village. Mr. Summers a man that was in charge of the majority of the events in the town, always spoke about making a new black box but never did. (134) The people of the village would rather keep the same box rather than upsetting tradition with something new. As the people in the village were waiting for The Lottery to start they started talking how the people in the North village were talking about giving up…

This previous summer, an opportunity to work for my father’s electric company arose. The job entailed driving a thirteen-foot tall box truck with a coworker to Umpqua banks in Oregon and Washington that had relocated or closed down and “decommissioning” them by removing all technology equipment. That includes: computers, cash counters, printers, telephones, and anything that uses electricity. We would take every piece of technology and catalog them into an excel sheet with their serial and model…

I have this awful fear of being burried alive. Coffins to me could be a symbol of beiing burried alive. I don't see them as for the already dead. I have a hard time discribing the fear of being alive when someone puts you in the ground. When I see myself in that situation I see a coffin, you can scream but noone can hear you. The air start to disipate and you slowly start to sufficate and get cabonminoxide poisoning. Not a good way to die. The coffin is always there so I desided for this…