Red-light district

Leslie Graham looked at herself in the mirror. She had to be at the bus stop in 30 minutes. She has to be presentable enough to both not attract to much attention from the school or her classmates. She had a clean face. No freckles, no pimples, no other third thing that goes on face. She wore no glasses. Her face was.......okay. Her eyes were a beautiful dark blue that she got from her dad's side of the family. Thank God it wasn't her mother's eyes. They were a boring brown. She had brown…

The scene I will be analyzing is from the 1955 film The Night of the Hunter. The film’s plot is of two young children who are left with a large sum of money from their father who robbed a bank. Their widowed mother, desperate for love, marries Harry Powell (a.k.a. the preacher) who believes he delivers “God’s work” while also killing women on the side. He ends up murdering the children’s mom, and in turn, he becomes their caretaker. He soon finds out that the children know where the money is…

It was a warm august day when we had first arrived, the warm hues of the leaves were vibrant with orange, brown, and reds, the sunset was basking everything in a soft, orange glow, setting a nice, tranquil atmosphere. When we arrived in the inner city of Washington D.C, it was already dark out, the night sky shockingly had a multitude of bright stars, despite all the city lights. I watched mesmerized as we drove by monuments, giant buildings, businesses and fancy hotels. I had been to a big…

snap a glow stick and hear it crack it gives off a temporary glow. As you snap the glow stick and hear it crack. Chemicals inside the glow sticks starts to mix together. This is a process call chemiluminescence. Chemiluminescence is a process where light is produced by a chemical reaction. Instead of using an electrical source. An example of this would be if go outside during a fall night and see a firefly glowing during the night fall using its Chemiluminescence. There are chemicals inside one…

Description: Starting at the left of the photograph by Margaret Bourke-White, there is a small section of space with just the sky and the a little bit of the horizon at the very bottom. The horizon is so low on the picture that the sand on the beach isn’t shown. Further in from the left of the picture, are two men who are standing in the waves pulling a parachute. The man on the left is wearing a dark top hat and dark clothes. He is facing towards the right, but facing towards the horizon,…

running into concrete. The gentle giant looked up from eating and calmly walked away back to its forest dwellings. After I could no longer hear the crunching of leaves I ran to the water and and dunked my 90 degree right arm which was feeling like a red hot rod of…

was only 2 o’clock in the morning. Palms sweating with blood and a delicate heart that is fighting with itself to continue beating. Everything was a disaster. A faint Siren rang through the hushed neighborhood occupied by 30 small houses and street lights that lit up the dim streets and sidewalks. The smell of death filled Myrtle Avenue and arose from the weightless body. Death was as loud as the laced weed the drug dealers sold outside of the corner store on 28th street. “Shit” Officer James…

“Night Talkers” by Danticat describes the life of a man named Dany who travels to Haiti in hope of letting his aunt know about the death of his parents. In this chapter, we see the interaction between two men and how two men who went through similar situations and are similar in many ways are truly different. Danticat incorporation of the character Claude is significant in order to explain that two men are similar to each other, but in reality they are different. Most importantly, these two men…

In the midst of summer during 2016, and 2017 I had gone on several occasions to a secret location. At the peak point of the location was a waterfall with a beautiful water hole glistening from the sun rays approaching the surface, through the trees. Today the location is not as secret as it had been in the past. Blue hole was eventually published online in videos and posts revealing the location and at times overcrowding the area. When we went it was always being a warm, muggy day on these trips…

Maya sat up in her cot. The rising sun shown brightly through the walls of the tent leaving a blue glow. She looked over to Kennedy’s cot. Empty. Old country music played from outside the tent. The beat of the banjo sounded like a muffled lullaby. A chilly breeze flew through the tent walls rustling the outside leaves. She shivered rubbing her bare arms. Maya stood up and walked over to the makeshift table, which was actually just a large rubber bin. She grabbed her black hiking jacket and threw…