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Mission: Wolf. Mission Wolf, is a wolf sanctuary located in the mountains of southern Colorado. We left our house very early in the morning on a Friday. It was still dark out and the moon and stars were twinkling in the blackness. As we drove, the sky to the East began to slowly transition from black to blue and the stars slowly vanished into dawn. Country music softly filled the car and occasionally my mother’s voice could be heard humming along to music. The horizon inched into a purple and…

the darkness, all I could see of the creature was its tentacles and long purple teeth, or that is what I thought when it all happened. Seeing my life flash before my eyes. The event took place when I was three. It was a warm sunny mid-morning, clear skies, warm breezes, and beautiful green trees all around. People say our farm is like a petting zoo because of all of the animals that we own. We let our chickens out on the weekends to graze, and fertilize the lawn. I think that we had the greenest…

The sun suddenly appeared in the sky. My fingers were numb, and every single bone in my body was shaking, even though I had six blankets on. I was sitting on a cliff, and if I moved any more than a foot I would plummet to my death. That’s right, I risked death to see the most “exhilarating sunrise of my life”, which is what everyone with me said. They also said the clouds would go away. So to pass the time, I envisioned a beautiful horizon with orange and pink cotton candy-like colors. And the…

invisible to most, maybe it was the way she dressed. No one knew why though, those of us who noticed her, but everyone knew she would be there the same day, every year. Everyone tried to comfort her or help and she never responded to them. The crimson sky would finally burn out and birth darkness, then and only then would she get up and stop crying. No one knew who she was, only that they could count on her arrival the next year. I never forgot her though. Each year, from dawn to dusk, I…

Phoebe Chan 54026383 T73 Descriptive writing The Extraordinarily Ordinary Lawn Walking along the aisle connecting Our Lady’s wing and the library, the wind gently fondles my face. The freshness of grass wraps around me and slowly creeps into my nostril. The big verdurous lawn appears gradually with my pace of walking. It seems extraordinarily exquisite today. Different memories evoke right in front of my eyes as if it was only yesterday that I was still a freshman in this…

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…

Title Each individual has a personality. The personality traits one develops are often contributed by an influential person in their lives like, their favorite teachers, famous figures and commonly their own family members. The most influential person in my life would be my mother. Life is a rubber band, it stretches on and on, but eventually it snaps. As a result, during hardships in my life, I can always count on my mother to be reliable and sensible in order to soothe the situation. I…

The odious clouds consumed the silver skies leaving the sun imperceptible. The thousands of riotous rain drops slammed against the filthy asphalt. That day, the world was different. Today this merciless world was missing someone. The vast world took away someone insignificant to the diverse population, but extremely important to me. It was May 6th 2013, the woman I call “Abuela” (Grandma in Spanish) was laying on her death bed, room number 313, hospice. A tall man with a five o’clock shadow…

Big Bird Imagine being a fledgling, soaring through the sky, the wind fluttering through your feathers. Complete freedom. Then suddenly, the cool autumn breeze turns into a slicing gust of winter air. You become sick and cold. You realize you are alone in the world and have nowhere to go. This is how I found my soon to be budgie. It was the beginning of winter, just before a harsh cold front hit, when I found and rescued a sickly budgie from the forces of Mother Nature, just a year ago.…

We got into our rafts and started slowly towards the rapid water. I smile as we embark on this new adventure. The cool breeze blew my hair out of my face. The beautiful, bright sun blared onto our backs. The first rapid was rapidly approaching. Our guide, Steve, led us and told us which way to paddle. “Right! Right! Right!”, he yelled. The water splashed into our boat, it was like getting hit with little ice cubes. My hands were gripped tightly around the paddle as we steered clear of…