Sky Blue FC

EN 281 Setting and characterization It was about 6 a.m. Saturday morning and it is an extremely beautiful morning; one of the mornings that makes you stop and realize just how amazing it is at that particular moment in the world. Everything from how nice the summer breeze felt on a freshly shaved face, how the cool water felt as it ran between the toes and bottom of your foot, the smell of fresh cut grass in air, the sounds, or lack of sound, that summer brings in when it is perfect outside. It…

perfectly with the beat of the rope hitting the flagpole. The leaves joined in on the trees dance by falling off and landing gracefully onto the ground. They laid there, probably waiting for the heat of the sun to hit them. The sun was high in the sky, radiating heat to where I could feel it in the shady spot I was sitting in. Yet, the heat was the relaxing kind causing me not to be miserable. Soon, I begin to close my eyes and listen. The whooshing of cars on the highway is soon all I hear, but…

A couple of us gathered around the calendar in disbelief, as if to check and see if today was really the 13th. Of course this was only a guess for no one in our silo had ever seen the sun. The dreaded date had finally arrived, just as the soothsayers had predicted. Our nonperishable food supply had finally diminished. Now everyone was faced with the same grim ultimatum. Either slowly starve to death in our subterranean home, or venture beyond the blast doors into the wasteland. Almost…

I was next to the water. The smell of the pine trees were in the air. A slight mist was on the water and hanging around me. It was beautiful, fireflies danced, and crickets chirped a tune through the trees in the distance. The lonely cabin looked so beautiful and ancient. And there she stood. Once again the magnificent creature who stood nearly seven feet tall was before me. The build of a horse the wings of a dragon, eyes black as night and instead of a mane there were spines with soft silk…

A soft glisten of pale, blue moonlight graced the dark navy sky of Happy Harbour's winding bays as midnight dawned over the city. Twinkling white stars gleamed throughout the dark sky; reflecting in the soft waves below. Cicadas chirping accompanied by the occasional splash of the rising tide, which rose over the rocky shores- frothing and hissing with white foam. The chilly night smelt of salt, accompanied by the skittering of water caught in the breeze. The perfect ocean side night for…

points of interest in as you frame your image,” (Rowse, p. 6). View from Mount Holyoke also uses the rule of thirds. At the top left point of interest, it points to the heavy thunderstorm. At the top right point of interest, it points to the now calm sky. At the bottom left point of interest, it points to the two trees and some of the background foliage. At the bottom right point of interest, it points to the Connecticut River bend and valley. Each point of interest is a different position in…

At two, she will see her home one last time. She says goodbye in a blissful ignorance. As if she will see them all again the next day. This is the last time the sun will set upon her fair skin and her home world simultaneously. As time passes so insignificantly, the separated lines on the asphalt blur into one. The streetlights and electric wires become nothing more than a platform for a small figure composed of two fingers to dance along. Her hand, tightly held through the busy corridor, she…

I saw stars twinkling in the night sky. I stared very deep into one and it seemed like I was getting closer to it. There was a bright white flash. “Uh… W-what happened?” I questioned while I was just regaining consciousness “Sir, you were in an... explosion,” a soft voice said “Explosion? What? I-I don’t remember.” I said confused and dazed “You were the sole survivor.” The soft voice spoke again “There was an attack at the military camp where you were stationed.” “What? What military camp?” I…

With the loud flap of wings, a duck leaves the murky waters of the lake and ascends. Only as the sun begins to set, do the threatening rain clouds finally dissipate in the darkening sky. The drenched soil, soaked squirrels, and over watered grass let out a collective sigh of relief, heard over the rustling of the wind through bare branches. The flooded areas around the lake recede back, leaving behind humanity’s kind gifts to nature. The shores and beaches of the lake now lay littered with…

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