On Overgrown Paths

humans and darkness. The war lasted for many generations, and when all hope seemed lost, a light appeared in the darkness. A hero appeared, and with a sword of golden light, he drove out the evil and brought peace to the kingdom. Our story follows the path of a typical village boy named Cole. Tall and lean, but not weak, he is used to long, grueling days of work. His village is in a forest far from the prying eyes of other humans, but the forest itself is full of magical creatures. His father…

Joel Barnett Professor Jennifer Royal English 1A March 15 2015 Great Grandpa’s World My notion of home has changed a lot since I was eight. but not so much because of my own home experiences. Rather, my concept of home has been shaped by my great grandparents’ interpretation of the American Dream. Idealized by the immigrants who fled to the United States to escape oppressive governments or upset economies, the American Dream is defined by Oxford Dictionaries as, “The ideal that every US citizen…

that were located just a mile or two from Waterville. When I reached high school I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and was scared of the reality of how some of my choices would directly impact the rest of my life. While I did not know my path in life I did know that I loved music and that I wanted to go into the high school band. When I first joined the band I had been playing tuba for around four years and I felt fairly confident in my playing abilities. The first time when I…

All too soon, the truck slid to a halt beside an overgrown path used as his driveway. "This is your stop, Talbot," he said in a rather abrupt manner. "You guys aren't coming?" They all looked at each other. "I don't think so," offered Jim. "Ya see, yer uncle is crazy. We heard rumors that some people who go back there never come back out." The others shook their heads in agreement. I didn't blame them. I had heard those same rumors whispered when people thought I couldn't hear. I didn't…

Crime Pattern Theory (Brantingham and Brantingham 2008) examines people’s activity patterns, especially when traveling to, or gathering at particular places, in terms of ‘paths, nodes and edges’; and whether places are ‘crime generators’ (many crimes happen there simply because lots of people are passing through, some of whom happen to be opportunistic criminals) or ‘crime attractors’ (criminals are specifically attracted there because of features that make crime less risky, less effort or more…

Mountain" singles out a parallel journey mirrored between Inman and Ada while they evolve through perilous times while learning to survive on an uncertain journey that will promise nothing to either. Inman and Ada, navigate what is seemingly similar paths searching for life emotionally and physically, in hopes to return to each other. Inman’s journey will force him to be recognized as a deserter from the war, placing a bounty on his head, risking all he has in anticipations to one day be…

The Engagement I open my eyes; the sun is peeking through the closed blinds. I am eager to get out of bed and start my day, longing for a gorgeous sunny and warm day with Ethan. Thump thump thump, I trudge down the stairs, leaving Remi, our dog, and Ethan, my boyfriend still in bed. “Ahh!” I shriek. On the bar sit daises, colorful and vibrant with a note. “Take me to the place we ate breakfast many times before school. Hint hint cinnamon buns.” I race back up the stairs, barely able to see…

Scout’s honor!” Trixi promised eagerly while dragging me towards a path. “And guess what? I’ve even checked out some paths that could take us to the mountain! Aren’t I so prepared?” “Prepared to fail, that’s what,” I mumbled under my breath, “And you aren’t a scout, nor do you have any honor.” We had been trekking through the jungle for about…

They traveled for weeks it seemed like, following the path of death that could have only been left by a vampire, talking to villagers as they went in an attempt to gather information while still keeping the supernatural world under wraps. When the trail ended they were finally met with the face of the vampire…

He’d been yelling by the end of it and was now standing right in front of her desk. Two concerned nurses peeked in and gave her a questioning look. She motioned them away and said, “Oliver, you didn’t tell me this when we spoke yesterday.” “I most certainly did.” “You most certainly did not.” “Yes I did. I said it right here in this room and said it to you.” “No, you didn’t, Oliver. You might think you did, but if you actually had--if you had told me how serious it was—I would’ve done…