Mary's room

Crevices and Rooms filled of times of my past and present. The good: open with welcoming smiles to anyone. The bad and ugly: locked but with the key still in the hole for anyone willing to enter. My mind is colorful to say the least. I can be thinking of anything at any given moment. There’s a room at the farthest point of the hallway, its door the darkest of red, the doorknob the same color. This is the room that my deepest fear stays trapped in. With my deepest fright stuck in this room, I can…

“I thought and pondered-vainly. I felt that blank incapability of invention which is the greatest misery of authorship, when dull Nothing replies to our anxious invocations.” shelley This is how I feel as I attempt to pinpoint the crucial events that have made up my present day psych. I suppose I am made up differently than most students at Poughkeepsie Day School. To begin my mind floats to age three, where the mess began. I can still see the sun peaking in; it lightly brushing the creamy…

been too long since they had seen each other last, but one would have assumed it had been ages, the way they came together. "Iris!" He beamed, opening the door. "Barry!" They embraced tightly and all of Iris' oxygen supply was suddenly out of the room. Pulling away slowly, Iris was able to take in Barry's appearance. Disheveled, no surprise, his hair sticking up in several places, his t-shirt smelled freshly-laundered, but also, so unmistakably Barry Allen. In his dorm, it was easy to pick out…

happened, shaking me and screaming at me. All I could do was get out a few words before breaking down sobbing at my lose and incompetence. The rest was a teary blur of police sirens, questions and his empty crib. Now, I’m sitting in my little Gabe’s room, holding his clothes, and trying to comprehend everything that had just happened. My wife was out looking for Gabe, asking around and arranging phone calls for more information on his whereabouts. I knew better though, didn’t I? I saw him being…

“The Pedestrian” supports this argument because almost all of the people in the story are doing this except Leonard Mead. What Steinbeck is trying to say in his quote is that people do not want to stand out. So they always stay inside with the people they trust and use electronics so they don’t have to go face to face with others. In “The Pedestrian”, Leonard Mead always walks alone at night, on his journey the author describes Meads walks by writing about the houses, the author writes that “on…

I walked down the corridor of the expensive New York apartment building, just wondering how I was going to talk THE SPENCER LITTMAN-HAYNES. The man who has taken on every near impossible court case and won, the one who survived a shooting, and well everything in between. I get to the door and knock lightly not wanting to disturb anything even he knows I'm coming, I waited a minute and nothing happened so I knocked again and little harder this time. The door opened and spencer was there "Hello…

From the moment you wake up to the moment you go to bed, your life is filled with colors. Everywhere you look there is an object that contains some form of color. Whether it is your clothes, the walls in your kitchen, the food that you eat, etc., it all consists of color. The world we live in has many varieties of each color, like the many accents there are for each language. But what is the significance of these colors? In F. Scott Fitzgerald’s novel, The Great Gatsby, several colors are used…

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villa were the taberna’s or shops. The wealthy rented the shops out to people. These rooms had doors that opened into the street. But these were not connected to the house in any way. Directly behind the atrium was the office or tablinum. “In this room the family records were stored; here was the chest containing family finances. Here also elite families would display the imagines, busts of famous ancestors. In this room, too, the master of the house, the paterfamilias, would greet his many…

The aroma that makes your mouth so watery that you wanna eat whatever you’re smelling is this little room in my house where I love to spend most of my time when I’m home, is my kitchen. Almost every single day of the week when I get home I automatically go straight to the kitchen and sit at my little wooden table that is on the right side of the kitchen when you walk in. This kitchen is definitely not modernized with all the fancy cabinets and super cool gadgets that comes with it. Instead, my…