Drake Bell

face. Even after the first period I was winded and still trying to regain my breath. The bell rings and the war begins. He comes out swinging with bad intentions in his eyes. He lands some great blistering hits on my body that took the wind out of me. This shocked me, due to the power of the hits. I started to run a little, but in a boxing type way. After boxing and running from my opponent a little the bell rang and second period was over. Back in my corner, but this time my coach is getting on…

in woods by the cemetery and heard a bell ringing. Being curious the boys went to investigate the sound. They peered out of the trees to the side of the cemetery. What they saw were graves and grave markers looking as eerie as ever in the moonlight. What drew their attention to the new grave none of them ever knew but as they watched the boys saw…

“Ok everyone get to class” announced Mr. Brown to all the kids that were going to be late to class.*ring ring* the bell has now rung with ten kids still in the hall and four of those kids were really educated kids. Their names were Mark, Barron, Emma, and Kate and they were all in 11th grade, they are also all best friends.Now they are rushing to class Mark and Emma are both going to Math, Barron is going to science, and Kate is going to math. Finally the end of the day comes along and they are…

cannot think that, we cannot believe that, and most importantly, we can’t do things that we wouldn’t do if we didn’t think we were invincible. This is the day that lesson came and slapped me in the face. This is my lesson. “DING!” There’s the recess bell! The best part of the day! We actually have two recesses here, the first one is around ten and the second one is at two. No recess before or after lunch! This is my Second Grade School, a private school in Wisconsin. It’s called Mt. Calvary…

*brrrrrrzt* The bell rang, signalling the beginning of class. I was late, again. My class was on the whole other side of the school and I had yet to go to my locker and get my books. Oh, I was so screwed. I guess it's not really my fault, though. It wasn't me who had insisted on stopping at Starbucks which was on THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN before school. 'Thanks, Marce. I appreciate it.' I thought to myself. I sprinted down the hallways, glad that no one was there at the moment to prevent me from…

"The Bells" is a heavily onomatopoeic poem by Edgar Allan Poe which was not published until after his death in 1849. It is perhaps best known for the diascopic use of the word "bells." Poe talks about different types of bells. Silver bells, golden bells, brazen bells, and iron bells. The different types of bells indicate the changes that happen in his life. In stanza one Poe talks about silver bells “What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy…

Life in “The Bells” Can life can be dissected then labeled by “bells, bells, bells”? Poe’s famous poem, “The Bells” is a highly symbolic masterpiece, that perfectly illustrates Poe’s concepts of the stages of life, as well as his dark and pessimistic outlook, and descent into depression. Through his varyingly dark diction, symbolism relating to aspects of life, his specific layout of the poem, Poe elucidates his shifting attitude towards the sound of a ringing bell. In “ The Bells” a range of…

Three…Two...One… Beep...Beep...Beep. My day starts off my my alarm clock waking me up at 7:20 and I press the snooze button so I can get an extra five minutes of sleep. Three...Two...One Beep...Beep...Beep turn off my alarm. I looked at my phone to see what time it is and it is 7:20. I stretch my body so I can get out of bed and then I rub my eyes to get the eye bugger out if I have any. Then I hop out of bed and put on my sandals. I open my door and walk down the stair slowly. While walking…

there is stillness again as the poem continues with “a bell hung ready to strike.” It is as though the bell is frozen in time by the word choice. The author uses the words “hung” and “strike” out of any other words. She could have said that the bell was frozen in place instead but chooses to say “hung ready to strike.” Previously, the interpretation of the cave was that it was a temple or a church for worship so the bell could be the church bell. Bogan uses the word “hung” which can also mean…

Your lips brushed against mine dispassionately as you shrugged your bag onto your shoulder and head off to your next class. I turned down the corridor rushing for no other reason than to get away from the lonely feeling that kiss gave me. My class doesn't even start for another hour and all the other people I know here are more your friends than they are mine. I guess that's what happens when you date such a social boy and you are not even a social caterpillar let alone a butterfly. I hurry…