Extraterrestrial skies

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…

The dream started the moment Fianna eyelids softly touched, taking her back to the cliffs outside Taos. “Ah,” said the young blonde girl. “We can do things that you can’t. We’ll show you something even better than flying, to help you escape from the geese.” The rock face before them rumbled. Pebbles and dirt spilled from the top as a series of steps magically pushed outward from the mountainside. Fianna looked for her brothers. Other than the girls, she was alone. Quickly, she scaled the…

It was a warm and cozy afternoon, with the temperature reaching 75 degrees at max. The sun rays were still shining brightly, casting shadows across a wide field full of green grass. The sounds of various birds chirping can be heard clearly everywhere, and occasionally a butterfly would fly around, landing gently on the ever-fragile petals of the clarie flowers. Right next to the field was the woods of the Kaiboro Forest, a mysterious place full of never-ending clumps of trees(that was so an…

He slowly approached the road that seemed to stretch forever to the north and bent east after about a mile on the southern bound lane. He looked up at the power lines and followed them as far back as his eyes permitted. Squinting through the slight fog he could see the faint outline of the highland that he had been upon. He looked back at the sun-bleached, rotting road and sighed. Although he lived disconnected from society, he felt as if he connected to something else. He later realized that on…

Light flakes of pure snow drifted softly to the ground before slowly melting and joining the others in a small puddle at the doorsteps of buildings. The streets of Ba Sing Se were empty except for one, the man had on a green coat with a hat that concealed his face from the absent onlookers. Muted chatter could be heard from the houses, but their words lost to the one outside. The streets were light by fires concealed from the snow. The flames danced in their containers, casting shadows along the…