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The front door opens with a swift motion, his voice loud and assertive echoing throughout the house. He always did this when he didn’t have the best day at work and wasn’t going to talk about it. “Hey sweetheart,” He said as he let himself fall into the couch, “I’m starving, is dinner ready yet?” He looked back at the kitchen door, and then proceeded to remove his leather gloves, stuffing them deep into his pockets. I look at the mirror that hung on the fridge, my makeup is caked and my hair…

Introduction: The name of our hotel is the Green is Grass. The concept of our hotel is about green, environmental friendly and sustainable development. We will build our hotel in an island of the Caribbean Sea, named Barbuda. And the location we chose in the island is near the sea. So it not only we can provide the ocean or lagoon view to our guests. But also we can use the nature resource convenient. This paper explain the following of our utilities: Overview of Grass is Green Hotel, materials…

picture we can see a woman holding a baby in a room that looks like a basement or a barn. There is no floor coverings and the walls are not straight and dirty. Several buckets and barrels are around the room as well as some bags probably with clothes or duvets. The stove in the corner of the photograph is cold probably because the tenants have not anything to make fire with. The woman looks a little grubby but her clothes are not extremely dirty. She holds the baby tightly wrapped in some rugs…

headboard, and pulling her legs up to her chest, stared despondently into her lap. She looked across at Mike. He had no idea, she thought, giving him a withering look. Whether it was instinct, or because he 'd caught sight of her grimace, he pulled the duvet up over his head. It was all he could think of to do – hoping the earth would swallow him up because he knew what was coming. “It’s no good hiding Mike. I can’t take anymore – you’ve got to get it sorted.” He cringed, feigning ignorance,…

Everybody loves sleep. I love sleep so much that I took a half hour nap between writing that last sentence and this one. The same goes for this sentence. We all delight in throwing ourselves onto our mattress at the end of a stressful day at work and we revel in the feeling of waking up on a Saturday morning safe in the knowledge that we can spend the day snuggled beneath the sheets like a big toasty cinnamon bun (to quote a wise man) if we really want to. But even though we all love a good…

Dawn broke to an explosion of bird songs, the cacophony startling Booker awake with a disgruntled groan. Unimpressed by the early morning alarm clock, he angrily pulled his pillow over his head and attempted to drown out the noise. However, the humorous fact that the sound easily penetrated through the downy feathers brought a good-natured smile to his lips, and with a resigned sigh, he threw the pillow onto the floor and sat up. From across the room, Tom yawned loudly, a sleepy smile…

The Map and the Territory Michel Houellebecq Date of publication: 2010 Publisher: Vintage Duration: 291 pages Winner of the 2010 Prix Goncourt - - - Observing the world of art and celebrity under the Houellebecq microscope - the result is: 'The Map and the Territory'; a collaborative journey of the world of quirks, ills and utter nonchalance through the eyes of artist Jed Martin. Not forgetting the inflated fortunes and the weariness of reinvention and the cuckoo need to make sense of visual…

Throughout the entire night, I woke up with feverish bursts time and time again. I dreamt of death. My mother and father’s bony skulls were glinting at me through the blackness. I replayed the same scene over and over again: the persistent screaming in the background as a dull buzzing sounded beside my ears. And then the sound of gunshots exploding in the air as raiders crowded into our room. Their skin was imprinted with skull and dagger tattoos I watched them cock a gun at my family’s…

its jokes. Inching backward, he grabbed his comforter off the bed and quickly draped it around his naked body, covering his nakedness. Still feeling vulnerable, he sat down on the mattress and wrapped his arms protectively around him, securing the duvet in place. His ribs ached from the sudden burst of activity and his eyes settled on the packet of Advil on his bedside table. But he was too afraid to move in case he accidentally exposed himself again. Therefore, he sat with his eyes…

“But Mummy, there’s monsters…” Mum sighed, set her coffee down, and grabbed the spray bottle. “Where?” She was watching the television. The girl’s mother didn’t bother shutting it off as her daughter admired the monochrome woman in a loose black cloche hat clutching the steel bars like a lifeline. “There!” the girl said as she turned away and pointed to the corner where the light shone on the small door. She pointed to the dark, winding staircase going down, farther than she could see. “There!”…