House Made of Dawn

Parks and Raylynn Lorean Parks. Saphire is seven years old, and she was born on September thirtieth. Raylynn is five years old, and she was born on May third. All four girls are in Kindergarten, and my nephew, Justin, is in Pre-school. My sister, Angel Dawn Aldridge, is twenty-seven. She takes care of all five of them while Saphire and Raylynn’s father, Raymond Erwin Parks is on the road. Raymond is a truck driver, so he is only home for two days every two weeks. Raymond is thirty-three years…

After the arrival of colonists, Europeans were seen as higher members of colonial society who were attempting to change the ideologies of the native population. Oscar Phelps Austin, the Chief of the United States Bureau of Statistics at the dawn of the 20th century, described the need for colonial installations. Under the direction of European colonists and, in some cases, installed puppet governments, natives grew tropical produce and cash crops like coffee and tea. In return, Austin claims…

clay houses barren and lifeless with not a soul to be seen. The village had been deserted. Piling in small heaps against the rugged walls of the shacks, the sandstorm collected its silt within crooks and nicks wherever it could find them. Tousled door flaps snapped and wagged in the perturbation. Death rented the air. Although the abandoned town appeared utterly hollow, one flame still burned amidst the impending shadow. A young adolescent girl sat upon the baked doorstep of a dusky house,…

I did not want anyone to know how afraid I was so I went and hide it a sand dip. When I was there I wrote a note. It was not for any person in general just someone. In the note I wrote what news I had just heard. I was relieved to write it down it made me realize that it was only a conversation not an attack right now. When I was done it was cold and it was starting to get dark. I wanted to head back to my camp. I waited a little while then I heard footsteps. They went past me and I looked who…

Threngar and I both paced about the tavern, biting our fingernails in fear of what awaited us. It usually was an honor to be issued a quest by the King, especially when he personally seeks you out. But what King Blaise had in mind was far from any ordinary quest, it was a suicide mission. Ever since my retirement I’ve longed for the chance to get back on the battlefield, and I know Threngar has as well. We were once King Blaise’s personal guards, tasked in taking care of whatever threatened him…

Jowharaay Ahmed WR-121 Cullom Etho 2 As people say, “Practice makes perfect.” This definitely applies to essay number two for me. The reason why i say that is because this assignment seemed so hard but once the interview and the part of asking to interview someone is all done with, it gets easier. For me, The interviewing part was the easiest because i already knew and felt very comfortable with my interviewee . Although i 've known her for such a long time, her and i never really talked…

exclusive use of weapons, so it’s not like I could fight back. Not only do I have to feed them, but I could be killed by one of them. Another thing that I would grumble about is how monotonous my life is. Every day it’s the same old thing: wake up at dawn, work in the fields for hours, fix broken equipment, tend to the animals, then go to bed and do it all over again the next morning. The only break I would get from this cycle is when the seasons change. Depending on the season I do slightly…

The location in which City of God is based is very pivotal in the context of this paper because it connotes the experience that many black South Africans continue living in; Alexandre, Lenasia, New Lens, Mathole, Khayelitsha and many others. The story is set in what is well-known as the Favela. Vieira (2005: XIII) explains Favela as a “word that shares with ‘shantytown’ or ‘slum’ the meaning of squalid habitation, or the class reference with shantytown, namely, the depressed area where the very…

Here is a ye olde tale Once upon a time, in the magical land of Yang lived a young girl named Chino. She lived along with her family and a best friend named Vamsi, he was a head knight in the king’s own personal guard. Chino hoped one day that she could be the best story teller in the entire middle earth, like her aunt Rona, who was a silver tongue. Silver tongues are a race of magical story tellers, who had the power of weaving the best stories ever heard in all of the three worlds, and they…

my life. It was hard at times, but I believe everything happens for a reason. Between 1988 and 1996, Sharon and Robert blessed me with Brittanie Marie Hogue, Cassandra Ann May, Talyn Paige May, MacKenzie Jordan May, Alexa Danielle Hogue, Misty Marie Dawn Hogue, and Amber Cheyanne Hogue. My seven beautiful grandchildren became my whole world. I never knew my heart was empty until they came into my life. On February 22, 1990, my Mother had a heart attack and passed away. My dad came to live with…