Spiral staircase

I remember sitting on the edge of a wooden brown chair facing the crowded streets outside my favorite cafe on a bright sunny day, phrasing the truth about the past two years of my life word by word. I would fold my short tanned legs underneath me, unfold them, then cross them, then fold them up on the hard wood chair trying desperately to make myself feel more comfortable. The rays of sunlight shining in through the large glass windows in front of me made my olive skin glow, and tips of my…

The sun was setting over the horizon. The sky is getting imprinted with blue and grey undertones.Trees are blowing in the breeze. The city of Brig, Switzerland is shining brightly with yellow lights. One house on Kirchgasse Street, was all quiet. There was an argument between two girls named Isabelle and Sarah. They were both very young. Isabelle was 10 years of age and Sarah was 15 years old. Isabelle had destroyed Sarah’s project about their family tree. Sarah had included an item that was…

first. Even without physical injury, a fall can start a harmful cycle by causing the older person to shy away from physical activity for fear of falling. This leads to decreased strength and balance which in turn leads to more falls. That downward spiral is the thing to beat. The major causes of falls in the elderly When I speak of elderly people in this article, I am referencing the range of advanced adults ranging from independent keen-agers to the elderly who may need assistance with daily…

The cold water touched Ve’naz’s face. He felt it run onto his face and through his garments. He was soaked from the freezing running water. How miserable. Ve’naz carried himself out of the small streaming waterfall. High above, where the eagles flew, Skyfall Peaks lay, magically suspended in the air. The general had told him to come here, to heal his wounds. The water had magic energy inside. It made sense. The glistening water pummeled hundreds of feet before it hit the mountain and created…

Chapter Fifteen ‘One Last Call’ When Harper slouched into her Monday morning registration class after a mournful weekend lamenting her dismal display at the science exhibition, she wished the day was over already. As she waited for an unusually late Miss. Turncroft to take to her desk for the morning register, Harper turned her attention from the empty space at the front of the class, to the empty space out the window. The clear blue sky had turned a distraught grey, whilst a giant monstrosity…

his house is not what it seems to be and discovers that there is a hallway that extends for miles contained inside the house. This hallway shifts and transforms into anything at will, at times becoming a huge antechamber, a set of rooms, or a spiral staircase. “The Navidson Record” covers the forays into this labyrinth and the damage the house inflicts, both physical and psychological, to the inhabitants of the house on Ash Tree Lane. The reader never directly watches or read a manuscript of the…

Festivals Festival can be defined as any occasion for celebration, especially one which commemorates an anniversary or other significant event, and normally the festival celebrated give people so much to remember until it becomes a memory. Different countries have different festivals, history, culture, values, beliefs, languages and religions. Therefore, this rules apply to the Kadazans too. There are several festivals celebrated by the Kadazans, and is still practiced until now. The Harvest…

1 Now, if you were expecting some sad, super fake sounding story, I don't know what to tell you. This is an authentic story, the story of me. Yes, it might be sad at times, but this all really happened. My life has been pretty hectic thus far, I hate being a teenager. It was better when I was just starting off, a fledgling of sorts. My childhood self. I have to tell somebody about my life, otherwise I might forget some ultra-important detail. I probably should have started this sooner, but here…

She decided not to. “Took you long enough. Where were you? Havin’ a shot with the old judge, or what was left of him once I left him dried up and spent?” Sam didn’t laugh. He stood there like an erect corpse. This wasn’t the feared downtown barrister, wordless, a strain in his eyes reminiscent of the old days of a near- gone and soul-lost man. Sweet Mary didn’t break the silence. She let quiet do what it did and come back to her. Listening to its mes- sage was a skill she’d learned from the old…

Ambidexterity in the Martial Arts My thoughts on ambidexterity go back to early childhood, long before I had even known there was such a word to describe being able to use both sides of the body with equal ability. When I was a child entering elementary school in the first grade during the middle 1960’s I had naturally started to learn how to print and write using my left hand. However, much to the dismay of my teacher and my parents, the thought of me writing with my left hand must have been…