October Sky

“The lake was very calm. Above, a bright summer moon provided unlimited visibility. Suddenly, just a few feet offshore, the surface parted with a swelling roar of angry water as a serpentine head reared high, swaying from side to side and leering with great red eyes” (Moffet 3). Since Bear Lake Valley was developed, stories of the Bear Lake Monster have circulated campfires, fishing boats, and cabin living rooms. These stories bring communities together. The people of Bear Lake bond over stories…

As waves break on the sand, birds tweet back and forth high in the trees, the sand wrinkles along the bottoms of my feet, and as the smell of the fresh outdoors saturates my nose I think to myself, “This is my favorite place in the whole world.” Ever since I was a little girl, my parents took our family on camping trips to Glendo State Park, Wyoming, or as we like to call it, Lake Glendo. Glendo State Park is located almost directly 200 miles north of Denver, Colorado, and is surrounded by many…

him how to shoot a gun and-shoot. A shot... a shot which broke him, split him, cracked him. Here, waiting, just waiting. As the boy waited, he tried to remember how the city was when he was young. The sky was always light blue in the day, but black and star-filled in the night. The city below the sky always glowed and shimmered unlike the dusty, crumbling buildings that surround him now. His father once said that people used to…

represents not only Stuart perfectly but Florida as a whole. The full round three-dimensional sculpture represents Florida at each angle. It is not only a sculpture that defines Stuart but Florida as a whole. The sailfish in the statue is jumping toward the sky, toward the sun which defines us as the “Sunshine State”. The “sail” that is on back is curved like it is sailing into the air and through the wind. And the fountain sounding the statue represents how we are, as a peninsula, nearly…

Instead, as a gift to both his sister and Delilah, Apollo created floating orbs that were much like tiny suns and put them in the night sky. He called them stars, and the would be used to light up the night sky along with moon. He used these stars to create images to talk to the maiden wherever she had been sent to. Delilah, far off from Greece, would look to the sky every night, a smile on her face as she saw these images. Even if she could not truly be with the god, it was enough that she…

Glistening on Lake Michigan, the sun peeked from behind the clouds. I rolled up the bottom of my jeans, to just below my knees, and slid my ivory ankles and feet into the lake. I let the wind play with my hair and tie the bleach-blonde ends into little knots--the ones that were always tough to untangle. How long am I going to be sitting here? My palms pushed through the baked, thirsty sand, leading my fingers to do the same. What could he be doing up there? At that moment all I had known was…

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. Erica loved those children under her care.…

already be going crazy. I have only been stuck on this island for two ish days. It is a weird place the trees are different colors that normal and I'm pretty sure that the grass isn't suppose to be pink.The Sun looks like a big lollipop floating in the sky. I see mountains in the distance they look like big purple gumdrop somewhat. Ok back to the main problem (or so that I thought) the ocean looked like a delicious beverage. I have to taste it just in case. MMMM taste like Diet Peach Snapple.All…

invisible to most, maybe it was the way she dressed. No one knew why though, those of us who noticed her, but everyone knew she would be there the same day, every year. Everyone tried to comfort her or help and she never responded to them. The crimson sky would finally burn out and birth darkness, then and only then would she get up and stop crying. No one knew who she was, only that they could count on her arrival the next year. I never forgot her though. Each year, from dawn to dusk, I…

The rain flew down from the sky like little birds. That would soar and perch on the window glass. My eyes focused like a camera on the individual drops as they inched their way down, following gravity’s commands. The car radio interrupted my deep thoughts with music that brought my thinking into a deeper, boundless abyss. Through the thoughts, the little birds found a way to fly down my cheeks. How could someone be so cruel and cold-blooded? To follow the orders of someone who hasn’t experienced…