Sky Blue FC

It was just an ordinary day at Tropicana City, the sun was shining and there were no clouds in sight. Tropicana is a beautiful city that is by the ocean. About 10-15 miles away from the shore, there is a very dark and gloomy island that nobody has ever been to. Although Tropiana is a city of beauty, there is a gloomy part of town that no one wants to visit. I went to the library with my twin brother,Nathan, to do our homework. I was working on my math homework and my brother was reading a book…

May, blue sky have hung a fireball sun, the clouds seem burned by the sun, and disappeared without a trace. The weather was hot like death, the wind has never appeared, and the air stick together seems touchable. It is always a great time for mountain hiking, the feel of conquering a mountain, the sense of accomplishment is so satisfied. Conquering the mountain is not easy, but the trip of conquering will gave the most precious experience. It was the first day of May, the sky still sleeping,…

There's a man walking closer to me wearing a gray t-shirt, blue jeans, and carrying a fishing pole. Is he coming up next to me to cast out or is he going to the opposite side? The area is small near the dam and it's hard to have two or three people casting because when you cast out the river carries your lure or bait down with it, causing you to possibly become tangled. Doe's he know that? The writer was taught to ask or go somewhere else if she noticed someone was fishing in a spot. Is he there…

with a very familiar melody. One that mimics the saxophone. The padre would point up to the sky and say, “Everything turns on Jazz.” (This would be another topic of discussion: whether or not he says it in French) The camera would follow the direction of the padre’s finger and pan towards the night sky. The electric piano in the background of the music sounding like the twinkling stars above. In the night sky, the blinking light of a Mexican-Afro satellite is visible to all. It would be a…

were showing off their beautiful orange skin. To Ebony, this autumn day was perfect. She kept on dancing to her heart’s content. That is until she stopped when she could not see herself anymore. Was I really dancin’ for that long? She thought. The sky was now pitch black. A murky haze blinded her from her surroundings. The moon was full; however, it was to no avail as clouds were blocking the moon’s light. Ebony took a deep breath, before taking slow steps to the tree that held…

the various colors of changing leaves. However, if you want to experience the true beauty of autumn, the Blue Ridge Mountain is the place to be. The sight of the mountain and the sound of the aging trees and their various color leaves brought peace to my soul. Also, the various fragrances that lingers in the air is breathtaking and relaxing. As I drove along the long frosty, and foggy road of Blue Ridge Mountain, the beauty of autumn was finally revealed. The spectacular view of ageing trees…

Rica full of life, but the scene of Costa Rica is just beautiful. The trees are tall and healthy like they're in the prime of their life. The fruits were popping out of the trees as if they were asking to be eating. The water is an elegant shade of blue, and the waves come in the beach repeatedly throwing forgotten objects on the beach side. The sky's marvelous color matched the ocean’s and the enlarged and puffy clouds made the scene resemble a portrait or a paradise of some…

The early morning sun peeks over the Seattle mountains and through the tall evergreens, the light reaching for every material within its grasp, illuminating the once dim street. On this bright May morning, the light stretches toward the window belonging to Gwen Kennicott. Within the next few seconds the light has cast a shadow through her blinds and onto the grey walls. On an ordinary day, the light trickling through her window wouldn’t have stirred her, but this was no ordinary day. The 18th…

Ryan Osbon Mrs. Washburn La 26th October 2015 It was a stunning morning, the sun gleaming through the trees, no clouds to block out the sun, the dew slowly dripping of the leaves of the oaks, falling to the grass. Drip, drop, falling on krouses head, sliding down krouses forehead, and eventually to the grass. Then the cycle restarts from the beginning, over and over. Lying in the meadow of of his own imagination, it's only too bad that only woke up when he knew that he was dreaming. "And what's…

The third rainy day in a row, unprepared again, you crash through the double doors, in a panic as the run from the parking stall to the entrance that was much further than you had originally expected. Those cold, wet fall days in Vancouver were just beginning. You’ve lived on the west coast for your entire life, this weather wasn’t new to you, but still you are as unprepared as someone would be if they had moved from California to Vancouver. It was like this was your first west coast fall, your…