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Further along the beach, beyond the little river and near a great slab of rock, a thin trickle of smoke was climbing into the sky. Simon, forgetful of the Home Page Title Page Contents !! "" ! " Page 211 of 290 Go Back Full Screen Close Quit flies, shaded his eyes with both hands and peered at the smoke. Even at that distance it was possible to see that most of the boys—perhaps…

The warmness of the afternoon mixed with the cool breeze blowing lightly tickled my nose as I swung in a white crochet hammock. I could hear the faint sound of the lapping of the lake on the rocky shore. Bugs chirped to say goodbye to summer and the sun cast across the water making it glimmer. I looked across the water to cherry island which I longed to visit but my mom and dad told me no because it was private. I saw the old boat "patches" resting on the grass near the shore drying. My blond…

boundless floods, And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods, With forms that no man can discover For the tears that drip all over; Mountains toppling evermore Into seas without a shore; Seas that restlessly aspire, Surging, unto skies of fire; Lakes that endlessly outspread Their lone waters—lone and dead,— Their still waters—still and chilly With the snows of the lolling lily. By the lakes that thus outspread Their lone…

Winter in the Blood is about an unnamed narrator who is Blackfoot. He has major identity issues at the beginning of the story. First with the death of his father and brother that caused him to isolate himself from the world. Second, he doesn't feel any emotion toward his family or girlfriend because of what happened in his past. He was like a 21-year-old on their birthday at the beginning of the story. He had few responsibilities and acted carelessly, especially when it came to alcohol. Third,…

June twenty-seventh was the day that I had been anticipating before the start of summer vacation. I arrived to philly by bus, which was the first bus ride that I had ever taken alone. Before I began my job at Independence Hall, I arrived at Market Street where I was greeted by my crew leaders Mel and Jenny. The rest of my crew members arrived and we made our way to Independence National Historic Park Headquarters. Toni, the park’s landscape architect, introduced herself to the crew. She shared…

Morning comes, and at the break of dawn, I see a very beautiful sunrise which can be seen from our camping spot. It motivates me to start the day, but before we get moving. I want to practice riding this creature, or horse I mean before anything else. We are in no rush to get to the heavens, and I am far from strong with the way I am now. "Are you awake Marchosias?" I try to communicate with him, seeking help. ("I am. You want to learn how to ride a horse correct?") "Right, I forgot that we…

Have you ever looked into the night sky and wondered, what beauty lies just beyond the reach of the naked eye? There is so much beauty out there to be seen, not with the naked eye but, rather with the use of a powerful telescope. Most people do not have the chance or opportunity to experience and view the stars and planets that surround us. The universe that surrounds us is one of God’s most brilliant and beautiful creations, and the history and science that is out there is just waiting to be…

This obstacle is a major struggle for her near the beginning of her journey as she is very unfamiliar with the road she is travelling upon, “In the absence of any human map, and wishing herself away from human danger, the widow turned her horse and followed these ghostly rivers, wandering deeper into a wilderness she knew nothing about” (Adamson, 67). However, near the end of the novel, the outsider overcomes this obstacle and becomes familiar with the area, “When she came upon the blackened…

"There is a passion for hunting something deeply implanted in the human breast. Charles Dickens" I have had that passion living in my bosom since I was old enough to understand hunting. Growing up in a small town doesn't come with many perks, everyone knows your business, everything fun is 30+ miles from you, and it's really hard to escape awkward situations with certain people. Hunting is my escape from all of that.…

A gentle breeze caresses my cheek, brushing a few pesky strands of hair away from my face. It is late, later than usual. The sun will set soon despite its height in the sky. It shines with a radiance that carries the inexplicable feeling of summer. Luckily, the radiance is not raining down with its usual heat, gifting everyone with a cool evening. I stand at the edge of my driveway waiting for my wristwatch to read seven O’ clock. Fifty seconds. Stretching my arms across my chest, I loosen my…