Sky Blue FC

boundless floods, And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods, With forms that no man can discover For the tears that drip all over; Mountains toppling evermore Into seas without a shore; Seas that restlessly aspire, Surging, unto skies of fire; Lakes that endlessly outspread Their lone waters—lone and dead,— Their still waters—still and chilly With the snows of the lolling lily. By the lakes that thus outspread Their lone…

Winter in the Blood is about an unnamed narrator who is Blackfoot. He has major identity issues at the beginning of the story. First with the death of his father and brother that caused him to isolate himself from the world. Second, he doesn't feel any emotion toward his family or girlfriend because of what happened in his past. He was like a 21-year-old on their birthday at the beginning of the story. He had few responsibilities and acted carelessly, especially when it came to alcohol. Third,…

June twenty-seventh was the day that I had been anticipating before the start of summer vacation. I arrived to philly by bus, which was the first bus ride that I had ever taken alone. Before I began my job at Independence Hall, I arrived at Market Street where I was greeted by my crew leaders Mel and Jenny. The rest of my crew members arrived and we made our way to Independence National Historic Park Headquarters. Toni, the park’s landscape architect, introduced herself to the crew. She shared…

Morning comes, and at the break of dawn, I see a very beautiful sunrise which can be seen from our camping spot. It motivates me to start the day, but before we get moving. I want to practice riding this creature, or horse I mean before anything else. We are in no rush to get to the heavens, and I am far from strong with the way I am now. "Are you awake Marchosias?" I try to communicate with him, seeking help. ("I am. You want to learn how to ride a horse correct?") "Right, I forgot that we…

Have you ever looked into the night sky and wondered, what beauty lies just beyond the reach of the naked eye? There is so much beauty out there to be seen, not with the naked eye but, rather with the use of a powerful telescope. Most people do not have the chance or opportunity to experience and view the stars and planets that surround us. The universe that surrounds us is one of God’s most brilliant and beautiful creations, and the history and science that is out there is just waiting to be…

“knew she was fond of the Shirley Temple cup and took every opportunity to drink milk out of it just to handle and see sweet Shirley’s face” (Morrison, 23). Pecola cherishes this cup because Shirley Temple dolls have fair skin, blonde curls and bright blue eyes. In addition, Claudia knowing that Pecola has these views chooses to thinks otherwise. She does not feel as though just because you have coloured skin that you should be treated unjustly. This is most evident when Pecola near the end of…

"There is a passion for hunting something deeply implanted in the human breast. Charles Dickens" I have had that passion living in my bosom since I was old enough to understand hunting. Growing up in a small town doesn't come with many perks, everyone knows your business, everything fun is 30+ miles from you, and it's really hard to escape awkward situations with certain people. Hunting is my escape from all of that.…

A gentle breeze caresses my cheek, brushing a few pesky strands of hair away from my face. It is late, later than usual. The sun will set soon despite its height in the sky. It shines with a radiance that carries the inexplicable feeling of summer. Luckily, the radiance is not raining down with its usual heat, gifting everyone with a cool evening. I stand at the edge of my driveway waiting for my wristwatch to read seven O’ clock. Fifty seconds. Stretching my arms across my chest, I loosen my…

The dream started the moment Fianna eyelids softly touched, taking her back to the cliffs outside Taos. “Ah,” said the young blonde girl. “We can do things that you can’t. We’ll show you something even better than flying, to help you escape from the geese.” The rock face before them rumbled. Pebbles and dirt spilled from the top as a series of steps magically pushed outward from the mountainside. Fianna looked for her brothers. Other than the girls, she was alone. Quickly, she scaled the…

He slowly approached the road that seemed to stretch forever to the north and bent east after about a mile on the southern bound lane. He looked up at the power lines and followed them as far back as his eyes permitted. Squinting through the slight fog he could see the faint outline of the highland that he had been upon. He looked back at the sun-bleached, rotting road and sighed. Although he lived disconnected from society, he felt as if he connected to something else. He later realized that on…