Sky

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…

With that being said, I imagine the the work would have some type of physical texture from the way the paint dried. This work is an oil painting. The different paints seem as if they swirl within each other, especially in the water and sky. Pattern: Pattern is more clear through the way the work was painted, as opposed to obvious repetitive patterns. The work loosely reminds me of Vincent Van Gogh's works. The style is similar to his Starry Night, where each brush stroke is clear, and…

finger. The droplets of salty water stung my wounds in my bloody barefoot, as the waves slithered its way up. The pain was numbed by the exhaustion, acting as my anesthesia. Beyond those soothing waves were golden streaks that filled the canvas of the sky. The pink and orange beams of light merged together, resembling a flawless ripened peach. The luminous face of the blazing celestial fireball…

As the sky darkened, the murky clouds rapidly rolled in and it was clear my family and I as well as the other visitors would soon be stranded on the island. The thunder, lightning, and heavy rain was swiftly moving towards shore and the island’s visitors were hastily running for shelter. Among all the frantic people; toddlers were weeping, intoxicated people were swearing, and it seemed as if everyone was murmuring their dissatisfaction in the evacuation process. As the storm slowly passed, the…

stroke of breeze hit me. Then I saw the yellow bright sun setting and the blue and pink sky. I saw a shadow and ran to it. My face lit up and tears came down as I saw him sleeping on top of a maple tree. He was on a branch holding the white gloves. Then I asked myself “why? Why was he holding the gloves?…

The air was crisp and cool. The sky was a deep shade of purple that signaled night was setting in the sky. There was no illumination of this land other than the shimmering moon and the warm, eerie glow from the apartment buildings scattered among the fields. In the fields themselves, insects buzzed and chirped, hidden deep within the underbrush. In the soil, prairie dogs scrambled fervently, navigating their tunnels in search of a nighttime meal. On the edge of the fields, a deserted path lay…

Instead, as a gift to both his sister and Delilah, Apollo created floating orbs that were much like tiny suns and put them in the night sky. He called them stars, and the would be used to light up the night sky along with moon. He used these stars to create images to talk to the maiden wherever she had been sent to. Delilah, far off from Greece, would look to the sky every night, a smile on her face as she saw these images. Even if she could not truly be with the god, it was enough that she…

To correctly teach and convey the meaning behind English words a series of techniques and methods must be used, these have been applied to the words below. Yesterday, the best way to convey the meaning of this word in my opinion would be to uses a combination of visual aids and making sentences. To begin with I would ask the class “What date it is today?” they would then present me with the answer, I would then bring out an enlarged printout of a calendar and whilst the class are watching I…

foggy air gave off a somewhat mystifying feel to it. Not in a bad way, but in an adventurous, thrill-seeking way. As I was on top of my neighborhood hill in Oklahoma, I watched the sun gracefully rise as the golden rays cut through the immense blue sky. The spectacular view instantly made me smile. As school was coming around the corner, I knew I had to do one last stunt. Sitting next to me was a brand new solar-powered jet pack that I stole from my dumb, rich neighbor. Usually, I would feel…

running my finger over its smooth surface. It was curved perfectly, with no sharp edges or jagged bends. I swung my arm back and flicked my wrist, watching the delicate pebble gently hop across the surface of the sea. The gentle water mirrored the sky above, both of them blue and shimmering. Deep down under the water, it’s like being in a different world. Schools…