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the sound of a war waged only by spoken word. As I tiptoe further into the room, something outside crashes to the floor, shattering—I am used to broken things: toys, crayons, vases, marriages. The dryer beeps, indicating the end of a cycle and the light inside dims. I open the door and crawl inside; I am small, barely four years old. Nestled snugly in a ball, I fit into it almost too easily, carving my shape into the nest of warmth and cloth. It is a long time before anyone comes looking for…

breathlessly frozen to the spot. It was called the Hubble Ultra Deep Field. It’s hundreds of scattered light blobs appeared drab at first glance because the wispy spirals or vivid colors one would expect when viewing a galaxy were no where to be found. Instead, this picture acquired its superiority through explanation; that was part of the reason I fell so in love with it. Each speck of light, large or insignificantly small, was a galaxy richer and more immense than any stretch of land any…

‘The Dark’ is a picture book written by Lemony Snicket and illustrated by Jon Klassen that centres around the two themes of fear and imagination. The main idea of this book is to demonstrate that in order to overcome fears, we have to use our imagination. The book shows the importance of overcoming your fears and not being afraid to try something new. Picture books are important as they help us connect with what we observe and how we link concepts with words. The book tells the tale of the…

I woke up in a dark room, from the far side came a light, a window my hands were handcuffed to a wall bruised, and bloody. I looked to my right nothing but darkness, i looked at my left, it seemed to be darkness but someone was there too, and not voluntarily. Very weakly i asked “hello, who's there ?” no response “I tried to speak louder “hey! are you okay” i saw the shadow move and it spoke “Riley is that you?” Curiosity filled me, it was a female voice “Sarah?” she sounded happy “yes! how did…

Synthetic Dye Assignment Dye: Sunset Yellow FCF Caitlin Walker Sunset Yellow FCF, more commonly known as Yellow 6, is an orange azo dye3. This dye is petroleum-derived and its absorption is dependent on the pH. Minimum absorption occurs at 480 nm with a pH of 1 and maximum absorption occurs at 443 nm with a pH of 13. Sunset Yellow FCF is soluble in cold water2. Sunset Yellow FCF has the following structure (Figure 1). Sunset Yellow FCF is commonly used in food, cosmetics, and drugs. It is…

The Pillars of Creation The movement on the screen of my monitor was steady as a small telescope crept through the atmosphere. It made its way past the constellation of Sagittarius, the archer. I was assigned to watching the Hubble Space Telescope in its mission to capture photos of the Eagle Nebula, and it felt like a lifetime for the telescope to finally reach it. Every few seconds it would send photographs so I could analyze its journey. A bittersweet aroma filled my nose as I realized I…

In the darkness, all I could see of the creature was its tentacles and long purple teeth, or that is what I thought when it all happened. Seeing my life flash before my eyes. The event took place when I was three. It was a warm sunny mid-morning, clear skies, warm breezes, and beautiful green trees all around. People say our farm is like a petting zoo because of all of the animals that we own. We let our chickens out on the weekends to graze, and fertilize the lawn. I think that we had the…

Harlequin was starting to feel dizzy. Everything was swirling together. He knew he was close to whatever wanted him. He kept walking, step by step, hearing the crunch of every leaf and branch each crushed. He was determined to help whoever needed it or find whatever needed finding. All of sudden he was forced to stop, he trudge on but it used up all of his strength, he ended up falling onto a root of the nearest tree. Harlequin’s mind was taken somewhere else, through someone else’s eyes. He…

The bitter, winter weather disappeared as I scurried into the cozy house. The fireplace crackling as it produced warmth for the living room, and fresh, fudge brownies await me on the kitchen counter. The warm and sugary scent in the atmosphere took over my sense of smell. The feeling of comfort and safeness arises in my body as I settled in the microfiber couch. After she poured her steamy cup of coffee, she situates herself in her leather chair beginning our colloquy. As I consulted her about…

I lived twenty miles from the big city of Madrid, Spain in a small town, Las Rozas. It was a cold winter day in the middle of January. “Paula veni abajo, que el chocolate se esta enfriando” said my father (Paula come down the stairs, or the hot coco will get cold). I ran down the stairs as if I was in the festival of San Fermin running from the bulls. I took a glance at my mother, who was cooking Torta de Patata, and smiled. I smiled because I was in a good place, I was with my family. What I…