Four Corners

had been a myriad of different artifacts and their paired beliefs that could be found specifically in the chulan. In the women’s portion of the izba, there were the two corners that fed into a set of beliefs. The front corner, also known as the red corner, represented the belief of spirituality and religion. Whereas the oven corner, the area in proximity to the door or oven, served as a juxtaposition to the former, being home to unholy beings. Such monsters as witches and devils seemed to show…

THE FALLS I followed closely making sure to not let my mom’s shirt out of my sight.Many other people rushed by crowding the sidewalk.We were in Canada and I could barely tell who was and wasn’t american!We walked up to a gray dim booth.’’5 tickets for the boat tour please’’ my mom said her credit card in her hand.A lady took the card and handed it back a seconds later with 5 tickets.I could hardly wait we were gonna see Niagra Falls! It was chilly and the breeze was blowing.I walked…

This is how I found a dragon. On 8/24/24 Tyson, Braxton, and I went to the Sand dunes for a camping trip. We set up are tent and we were going to the dunes to have some fun. Then we saw something move in the sand. At that moment something burst out of the sand! It had black eyes the scales were the color of sand the tail ended at a scopen barb it was a Sandwing dragon! Braxton said “ Dragon run for your live!” Tyson said “ A dragon cool!” The first thing I thought was ahhhhhhh dragon it…

The Man in The Red Bandanna The day started out as a normal day at work, The World Trade Center, it was quiet. “Maya do you know who is getting on my computer or who is spreading my password?” My friend Lisa asked. “No I don’t I would never pass around someone's Password those are private.” I explained. I was one of the few people with Lisa’s password. “Ok then. I’ll find out who it is” she replied. When Lisa left the room I got back to work ,but little did I know that this day was my last…

skipped a beat, I knew then that this was going to be pure hell. Feeling so unimportant to something so valuable to me was the worst, at this point my tears were on the floor and I knew from then on high school was going to be miserable and I still had four years to…

Agent Shaw, who'd so far been disciplined in controlling his expression, let out a soft, light-hearted chuckle. Unlike Morrow's supervisor, Ben appreciated a man who wasn't afraid to speak his mind. "Well, we haven't really had people queuing up for the job if that's what you mean." The agent across from him had stood up, so he followed suit, standing up straight like a man built with purpose, and began packing up his things. Morrow had made it quite clear he'd rather cut the pleasantries and…

These characters are the protagonist and the antagonist. They both drive the story. The audience gets to know the story through them. One of them must have a goal and the other one must constitute obstacles for the other to achieve the goals. In Four Corners, it is clear that the protagonist is Ricardo. His primary goal is to take part in the chess competition. The antagonist is the 26s gang leader, Ghesant. He keeps throwing obstacles in Ricardo’s way, he makes him play gambling chess games,…

room to improve and that doesn’t just go for sports. Boxing is my passion, just being in the ring with the roaring cheers and bad intentions makes it interesting. The nerves that build up before the fight, when you’re in your corner are exhilarating! Both fighters in each corner wanting nothing, but complete domination. Each boxer has their own story on how they built their skills and came to be who they are. The journey of accomplishing their goals is always the best story. Mine is the journey…

Forest tell her a few days prior, “We’re gonna die anyway, so I have no need for friends.” Just like any of us, Tickle Me Pink hated being in the box, trapped in her small corner, upright, where she remained still for…

I scurry across the long and dreadful hallway asking myself, why did I bring Jackson into this? This is all my fault. I must save him. The door to the control room is so close I can taste it. I am sprinting now. I must make it to this control room. I must free Jackson. I could feel my heart pounding straight out of my chest as I make my way closer and closer to the door. But then, I realize I’m not getting any closer to the door. Every foot closer I get, it moves a foot further. I stop, and so…