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The New York City skyline seemed to rise from the distance with the backdrop of a fiery star illuminating the sky. Shawn Carter gazed out his bedroom window, mesmerized by the possibilities that lay ahead of his Marcy's Housing project building; built for people who were in the face of disparity, too poor to live on their own. A constant thought he hated himself for that he was stuck at the bottom of the barrel. Yet the walls of a structure could not contain the dreams and ambitions of the young…

The Sky is Everywhere is a tragedy-romance novel that includes the thoughts and feelings of a young broken girl that has lost someone important in her life. The story’s author, Jandy Nelson, shows us all the ways she grieves over her loss, and how she handles living life with a piece taken out of her. Lennie, the main character of the book, is a junior in high school struggling to find ways to cope with the fact that her sister has just passed away. She has lived with her uncle and her grandma…

shadows of the evening grow ever deeper and darker. The crimson twilight is the boundary between day and night. It is a warning that night is coming, that darkness is looming and that the sun will be no longer present to guide us through the endless skies. The crepuscule is your only warning. Be cautious! Warning! Slippery road ahead! Like the crepuscule, we as individuals are granted countless amounts of warning signals and in spite of this what do we choose to do? We choose to cross the…

The droning of Panzer engines filled the air above the blackened battlefield of Vladivostok. The smell of cordite filled the night sky as plumes of grey smoke and dust mingled in the cold night air, drifting in between the copses of trees as if searching for a way off the battlefield. Our metal beast rolled through water and mud like a ship – clumsy, laborious and burdened, pitching and rolling in the holes and ruts of the sea of mud and snow, which was overflowing with the decaying bodies of…

Alex Mwamsindo Sheyene Heller English Composition 1 01/27/16 “The beauty of Jumbo campground at Mesa, Colorado” The sun shone fair brilliant white light through the thin mist. The mist wrapped around the camp site in the glassy air. A cozy thin breeze it was; like a fine cloying wine searching the palate and bringing a bloom to the cheek. The air was cool and brisk, like a refreshing drink of cold lemonade after hours under the scorching sun. Red, yellow and orange leaves fluttered on the soft…

You are walking out into the wilderness, and all you feel is the clear blues sky and the bright glazing sun ray devouring your skin. It could be a very uncomfortable or rather yet a step back from the over use of air conditioning. A beautiful summer morning in the woods would be an extreme challenge to the current generation. Being from the current generation I truly understand the beauty of waking up in the woods. We seem to have forgot how beautiful nature is because of the twenty four hour…

place they got scared. As the sun started to set the cubs curled up next to a stump hoping their mother would find them before it got too dark. The sun disappeared behind the horizon. The stars began to sparkle as the moon shined bright in the night sky. The young cubs laid there in the dark jungle crying because they missed their mother. They thought about how right about now they would normally be snuggled…

The helicopter flew into our forests two days ago, chopping the air like a large dragonfly with gauze wings splayed, plastered in metal and broken. We heard it in the dawn and I wiped the dew wet inside my ears so that I could hear it again, chopping the air through our trees. The men jumped up, and so did he, hush-hushing the fear and surprise. I forgot to breathe. We found it today, sunning itself, its shadow short in the high hours of noon, waiting. By the time I got to it, running, yelling,…

The crescent moon hung low in the sky. Its soft light shone on the rooftops of Brooklyn. Stars shone faintly through the fog. The air was tinged with gray. Every water droplet hung in the sky. Waiting. The occasional tree bowed this way and that. The fog drifted. The wind howled. The rain fell. “Mommy, can we go see the movie Fantasia after Daddy drives us home?” “Okay, Billy.” “Ooo, we could take Mary too right?” “Sure, after she gets better from her cold.” I looked behind…

There was a dreadful smell in the air I soon realised it was the smell of smoke. The kind of smoke that get stuck in the back of your lungs and makes it hard to breathe, it made it extremely hard for my little brother Tyler . My family and I were in our house in Redesdale when the horrific fire know as black Saturday came plowing through. Everyone in our area got evacuated but the CFA thought the fire wouldn't come near us but they were wrong it did. In the distance I could see the bright red…