Extraterrestrial skies

The world is full of countless experiences waiting to be discovered. There is not enough time to be spent idling at home, waiting for your life to fade out of existence. You must encourage yourself to take in the beauty this world has to offer. whether it means climbing the highest mountain to diving the deepest of seas. An aquarium is one of the most peaceful adventures you can ever enjoy. The Virginia Aquarium is a spectacle to behold. Walking to the park entrance, you can hear the…

The sky was crying out for help, as was I, only silently. Never ending thoughts in my head had been like raging rapids at war with one another. I thought to myself, why me? Why us? Why now?. July 5, 2015. San Cristobál, Mexico. Saint Clare Hospital. As watched my helpless brother lay there like a doll that has yet to been played with, I thought, how could one so young, innocent, and pure suffer like this, why would God punish him in such a way. I watched my helpless little brother get poked…

It’s the era of prosperity and romantic. At six o’clock in the evening, New York City comes to life again. After ending the hard work in the store, I back home in a hurry and replace my overalls into my tailor-made dress. By the appointment with Jimmy last week, I come to the Board the cruise ship to the Coney Island. In the noisy crowd, I find a familiar shadow that looks genteelly. . . Mr. . . . . Jimmy! He is in here, standing on the deck, seems like waiting for a while. “Good evening, Mr.…

HIGH FLIGHT Freedom is an exhilarating feeling that compares to nothing else in the world. A great example of what freedom feels like is written in the poem High Flight by John Gillespie MaGee because it is clear in his writing that freedom is an exquisite thing. “Sunward I’ve climbed, and done a hundred things, you have not dreamed of; Wheeled and soared and swung. High in the sunlit silence.” This line perfectly describes how extraordinary freedom can be. High Flight has touched my heart, not…

It all started when someone left the window open. Uno could tell from the purple shine of the UV lamp posts outside that it was now night time. He climbed onto the windowsill and braced himself for the jump. He knew he shouldn't leave but his own curiosity was to much to bear. The purple light danced upon his being as he fell from the window, and landed on the artificial grass with plop. It was the year 2512. It had been 300 years since the natural light had graced the earth's surface. Every…

As I sat there on the brink of a steep jagged cliff looking upon the vast landscape, that practically seemed boundless. I felt the crisp breeze brush across my face. Taking a deep breath in I could feel it run through my nose, down my throat and inflate my lungs. A cooling sensation. Leaving my mind vacant but with an almost eerie awareness. There was something about the unknown that lies among the terrain. Something about knowing that I did not know, and that I will never know. But at the same…

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,…