Crimson

Martin picked Jose up and put her in the car. As Martin was getting the car, another plane hit the other tower. Martin didn't care. All his thoughts were on Will. Martin pushed the car to its limits. The red car used to be bright, but now it is dark crimson because of all the dirt and it had been damaged by falling pieces. As Martin sped off to the Fire House, he couldn’t think. He was so worried that he started to cry. It was so busy at the Fire Department that he had to wait…

Cel was hungry. Not eating for a week had begun to take it’s toll on her. She felt tired more often, and was lonelier than ever. Despite all this, Cel was happy. She had made her way out of Brooklyn, and now she was in Central Park. Just being there made her heart sing, and she felt free. The tall trees and thick, thigh length grass made it difficult to see them though, dragging themselves along the road behind her, their arms broken and skin rotting, inching slowly but tirelessly after her.…

Words too blasphemous to even think of repeating. I watched from the crack of the door with my brother as my father stabbed my precious mother with a knife, straight in her chest. Watched as her arms widen and she fell on the floor, gasping as the crimson red stain grew. Spreading on her exquisite lace white top. The man who used to be my father fled without a single thought about his 2 boys, still young and in their adolescence…

stunned at how quick and strong this man was, despite his smaller stature. He looks down and notices Rafael was enjoying this. "Someone's ready to "discuss" business. This can be chapter 1." Rafael clears his throat as his cheeks turned, noticeably, crimson again. Tony kisses his right cheek, "Cute." "I'll show you 'cute'," Rafael sneered, pinning Tony's hands against the window with one hand as he kisses him and unbuttons his shirt with the other. His eyes go wide for a moment, peering at…

almost certainly feature a company logo. Examine Figure 1, the logo for the Minnesota Wild Ice hockey team. As the majority of individuals see it, the clever logo features a bright white shooting start racing across a full yellowed moon hanging in a crimson red sky, all overlooking ever-green evergreen trees and a winding river, then fit into the outline of a wild animal (Minnesota Wild,…

Beowulf: The Epic Hero’s Journey “And many men stated that south or north, / Over all the world, or between the seas, / Or under the heaven was no hero was greater,” is how men describe the hero Beowulf, in the epic Beowulf (670-672). This title character is known for his brave feats his loyalty to his king. He is an epic hero as he embodies the characteristics of a hero such as having larger-than-life qualities, traveling on long journeys, and undertaking tasks that no one dares to attempt.…

year. A “gap year” is a yearlong break taken between high school graduation and the beginning of college. After Kristof’s gap year, he attended Harvard University. He was a walk-on for Harvard’s wrestling team and wrote articles for The Harvard Crimson. In addition to writing for Harvard’s paper, Kristof wrote feature articles for the Huffington Post. Kristof is fluent in English, Spanish, and Mandarin.…

simply here once more to share the world my music.” Sara pauses for a moment. “My emotions.” As Sara looks up, the reflection of a girl appears before her. Her silky jet black hair cascading and flowing down freely to her mid-back; she is in a fiery crimson red strapless floor-length dress that accentuates her curves in all the right places. This girl looks…

As I walked into the Brechemin Auditorium I was immediately mesmerized by the stage. I took my seat and instantly took notice of the crimson curtain and the Grand black piano shining in the spotlight. The auditorium was much smaller than I had expected, but it created an intimacy between the musicians and audience that was necessary for the performances. During Introduction and Variations on ‘Trockne Blumen,’ D.802, I could hear the pages of sheet music turn and the breaths that the flute player…

The sky is a Carolina blue. The clouds look like wisps that have been painted with a paintbrush. The temperature is 68 degrees. The sun is partially blocked by the clouds but is slowly starting to show its full self. The pond ripples as a little kid skips a rock into it. The kid is wearing a Duke blue shirt and navy blue jeans. The water is a dirt brown and camo green color. The dirt swirls under the water like a tornado. There are long lime green plants coming out of the water on the right…