Shear wall

I was sound asleep in my bed when I heard something break downstairs. I pounced out of bed and grabbed a ChapStick as my weapon. I’m not quite sure what I thought a ChapStick was going to do to a robber but whatever. I was sprinting down the stairs, but I tripped over Crinkles the cat and went tumbling head over heels to the bottom. The ChapStick flew out of my hand when I went airborne and hit me straight in the nose while I was laying there. I got up quickly, pretending that falling down the…

The door makes a loud creak. I can hear the man come thumping down the hallway. A deep voice calls for me. I prepare myself. It is time. The door is slammed shut behind me. I take a seat in a big round chair. The man stares at me as he pulls out his torture equipment. A box, its contents unknown and a nasal spray bottle containing an unknown liquid. He instructs me to move to the seat closest to him. As soon as I am seated he tilts my head back violently, he grabs the nasal bottle and shoves it…

figure it out eventually. My writing process is like hitting a brick wall but once I get started I find my writing interesting. From the readings, I learned to write everything down in my first draft and not be ashamed of what I write. As you walk into my bedroom, the first thing that you see is my warm pink walls. The pink walls keep you calm and comfortable. Also you will see my flat screen television that is mounted on the wall and next to the television you see a poster like picture of…

at mother again and I heard the slap. Running out of my room quietly I peeked from round the walls, where I saw mother on the floor crying clutching her cheek. Father stood powerfully over her I could see the rage and coldness of his soul in his eyes as he turned and looked in my direction. I quickly ducked behind the walls where I faced the kitchen. There sat my gun, leaning against the peachy yellow walls still loaded from before. Looking at it I gulped swallowing down my nerves as I heard…

1914 Frost wrote the poem “The Mending Wall,” which was a long stanza of blank verse. The poem of “The Mending Wall,” described two neighbors who had a controversy about the wall dividing their properties. The narrator wanted to remove the wall and his neighbor wanted to keep the wall between them, both having the goal to strengthen their relationship as neighbors. The symbolism of the “mending wall” was the highlighting factor of the entire story. The wall separated the neighbors physically but…

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walls are put up to isolate one area from another, whether it separates the inside from the outside of a house or prevents a dog from leaving the yard. In addition, people put up walls of their own. They could do it to avoid someone, hide a certain side of themselves, or just as a barrier. In the poem “Mending Wall,” Robert Frost uses symbolism to demonstrate people put up barriers to separate themselves from other people and will not let people break traditions because it is difficult…

Ma and Papa had and still have a very large part of my heart. They were my everything. Ma and I went to temple every Tuesday evening. I never understood anything I learned, but these shared occasions brought Ma and I closer together. She taught me the basic and most important things that would later shape my being. She trained me to excel in school and was not afraid to discipline me when she saw fit. She loved me with everything she had and truly made me feel safe. Papa also did the same. He…

relatives, which is why Mama valued them some greatly. Dee only wants them to hang on the wall for decorations, but when she finds out that Mama is giving them to Maggie, is when Dee goes off on her mother. Dee states, “Maggie can’t appreciate these quilts!” “She’d probably be backward enough to put them to everyday use.” (Paragraph 66). I feel as if Maggie would use the quilts for a better reason than just for wall decorations. Dee needs to understand that not everything is just handed to…

“Tina Degroot, please come and retrieve your pill supply!” screeched an official over an intercom. The girl who was just called looked about 21 years old and had a stern expression plastered onto her narrow face. She had long jet black hair that swished as she walked into one of the many rooms where the officials handed out the pill supply. “Cora Strathmore, please come and retrieve your pill supply!” screamed another official over the same intercom. When Cora stepped through the…