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Panic reigned all through the camp. All three men scrambled for their rifles, and began taking aim at the trees. The howls were slow-paced, and mournful. They sent a shiver up Nick’s spine. Alan wasted two bullets by shooting them into the trunk of a large pine tree. “Hey, save your bullets man!” Danny shouted. “Sorry, I’m nervous,” Alan replied. Nick shushed both of them, and listened. The howls still raged on from somewhere beyond the clearing. There were what sounded like thousands…

On a casual morning where puffs of clouds laid across the blue saturated skies in Salerno Italy, a mandolin was playing live, matching the rhythm of the snare pops and door bells. Mail being tossed on the steps, played on beat with music as if the mail clapping the was percussion from the castanets. The busy people of this small city where bass, placing one foot after there other on beat of the clear music, on there way to the beaches, shopping stores, and there neighbors house. A window of a…

Declaration of Dependence of Music Preamble This document hereby declares my dependence of music, and the many benefits it shares with people. By playing part in my life since my birth, music is of great importance, and has affected the course of my life greatly thus far. It is through this letter that I will be proclaiming, and declaring my dependence to music. Declaration of Musical Rights Happiness, tranquility, and peace are achieved by me when I partake in and listen to…

not a dramatic as Varese’s Poeme Electronique. Shaw uses some electronic sounds and characteristics of experiments within her piece, but her main sound was the use of whispers, shouts, and cries to make her pieces unique. A few examples of experimentation in Shaw’s piece was in the beginning when the voices of the singer became louder and turn into cries. Shaw was experimenting with new vocals and trying to get them to sound different.…

Blood’s on her hands now ~Tim x reader~ (Sequel to Blood On My Hands) Y/N’s POV I heard the vibrate of my phone in my pocket/purse/wallet/etc, I couldn’t check it now, that would be rude of me! Well this funeral is almost over, so I’ll just wait a little bit longer to see who’s it from. What if it is a message from my mom from somewhere? No, those are only in horror movies, or are they? It was over and I was in the parking lot, I checked my phone and saw the message from Tim. From a hour ago,…

“What is that!?” Earl said. Earl is 57 years old and has been living in his house for eight weeks. In five weeks something has ran underneath Earl’s rug. It has came after a week of living there and it disappeared until two weeks later. The first time it came Earl was working on an important job and it ran underneath the rug and knocked over his lamp that was beside his desk. “Ahhh!” Earl screamed, “What is that? Is it a rat? Is it a mouse?” Earl thought to himself “What could have that been?…

After analyzing both videos I found that the first presenter lacked emotions while reading the poem; as can be seen, she demonstrated a good eye contact while reading at a normal pace. However, near the end of the video she continuously looks down at her paper. Not to mention, the camera is only focused on her face; in that case, the audience cannot see the paper. Indeed, what gives her away is when she hesitated for a few seconds; that indicated she had lost track of where she was in the…

Freddrick Fish Fingers It was 2:36 in the morning and Freddrick smelled burning fishsticks.He had never smelled this awful smelly smell before, for he had never burnt fishsticks in his 35 years making them at the fish fry shop.Freddrick sprang up out of bed grabbed his utility belt armed with ketchup, tarder sauce, forks and knifes. He then grabbed his cape and fish mask he made with real fish scales. He sprinted up the stares he kicked open the door stood at the top of the stares and…

The long, peculiar note of a bugle sounded, borne to us on the raw morning air to interrupt our conversation. It rose with a low, clear, warble, and seemed to float in the gray sky like the note of a lark. As it died away, I perceived that the atmosphere had changed; despite the equilibrium established by the storm, it was dynamic. The men thrust forward their heads, expanded their eyes and clenched their teeth. They breathed arduously, as though strangled by yanking at the leash. “Hoof it.” The…

Diablo As Victoria and I sat on the plush sofa in our atrium, studying for a particularly difficult math test that was to take place the next day, I glanced out of the glass doors in front of us, at the fog covered lake and clustered vegetation that circled our cement patio. By chance I happened to spot a milky colored patch of fur moving along the jungle within our back porch. I leaned forward to get a better look at this mysterious animal. “Lilli!” Victoria barked, as she tried to get me to…