Night sky

So I go for a ride on Splash Mountain. The seat is a model of a log and is designed to hold five people. Advancing to the seat, I feel my pants absorb the water from the previous ride; the handles are cold and slippery. The log begins forward and adrenaline is pumping through my body and my heart is racing. Vibrant colors all over the area, not knowing what is best to look at. The seat is going uphill, making me anxious. All of a sudden, the seat plummets and my body rises from the seat with a…

sunset at the time. The sun lit up the sky, making it a golden pink. Life had definitely been a real challenge for me. I just wanted to live a decent life. At the start, it wasn't. I took a long time to progress to finally have something I haven't given up till this day. Though this is only where it started. The sunset made me feel comfort and warmth. I gazed into the beautiful sky. I never wanted to leave. I stared at the sky for about an hour. Eventually, the sky started to become a dark…

foggy air gave off a somewhat mystifying feel to it. Not in a bad way, but in an adventurous, thrill-seeking way. As I was on top of my neighborhood hill in Oklahoma, I watched the sun gracefully rise as the golden rays cut through the immense blue sky. The spectacular view instantly made me smile. As school was coming around the corner, I knew I had to do one last stunt. Sitting next to me was a brand new solar-powered jet pack that I stole from my dumb, rich neighbor. Usually, I would feel…

The water of the ocean, reflecting the stunning hues of the superb sky, frolicked under the shimmering sun. The Sun was a yellow beach ball kicked high into the summer sky; its rays danced on our bodies, warming our insides. The alluring aura welcomed the beachgoer to a range of aquatic activities. Surfing allowed us to experience the magical feeling of flying. My friend…

bends. I swung my arm back and flicked my wrist, watching the delicate pebble gently hop across the surface of the sea. The gentle water mirrored the sky above, both of them blue and shimmering. Deep down under the water, it’s like being in a different world. Schools…

The droning of Panzer engines filled the air above the blackened battlefield of Vladivostok. The smell of cordite filled the night sky as plumes of grey smoke and dust mingled in the cold night air, drifting in between the copses of trees as if searching for a way off the battlefield. Our metal beast rolled through water and mud like a ship – clumsy, laborious and burdened, pitching and rolling in the holes and ruts of the sea of mud and snow, which was overflowing with the decaying bodies of…

the way that their windows were right in front of each other. At every night, when everyone is sleeping, he used to open his window curtains to use his telescope to look up in the sky. He looked into the sky until almost half an hour. While he looked up into the sky he used to speak so romantically that he might be flirting with them. One day Alamea woke up from her sleep and opened her window. She found him looking up at the sky. She thought it was sweet. The next couple of days they started…

Sister Erica remembered the night before the bombing vividly. She’d been outside on the cement patio picking up toys that needed put away. She recalled that the sky was beautiful, and the stars were bright. Erica was a strong woman, who had emigrated from Germany a few years earlier. At the Fountain, she had been in charge of the Nursery on the Hill. She was very responsible but quite stern. Looking up to the sky that night, she reflected on her life and felt satisfied about her job.…

she didn’t have a favorite book, what she did have were stories told by her mother. She said her favorite one was about a little girl who dreamed of flying. It went like this, “While a she worked every day and night she would look up at the sky and wish to god that she could go up in the sky and fly just like the birds, to not be worried about anything and just let every…

the way the paint dried. This work is an oil painting. The different paints seem as if they swirl within each other, especially in the water and sky. Pattern: Pattern is more clear through the way the work was painted, as opposed to obvious repetitive patterns. The work loosely reminds me of Vincent Van Gogh's works. The style is similar to his Starry Night, where each brush stroke is clear, and the different colors of paint are immersed within each other. This style makes the work seems as if…