“No.” Tobias’s voice was strangely detached, and he sounded like a completely different person. Unknown to Tris, this is what the man named ‘Tobi Hunters’, sounded like. The man continued on. “I remember… Red. A red scarf. The pain, the guilt, the… The hate.” His voice cracked on the last two words. His eyes were downcast, but both women could see the pain in his eyes.…
In my opinion, I think the essay “The Price We Pay” by Adam Mayblum was written extremely well because it contained a very personal and devastating experience in which the writer will never ever forget his long journey, as well as his co-workers long journey out of the North Tower of the World Trade Center before it collapsed. I felt the essay portrayed very descriptive scenes and events that took place on that day which made the reader want to read on. In addition, I felt that you could sense his compassion for his co-workers and his sense of duty to alert the firemen and women about people he left behind. Nonetheless, his story tells of events that took place inside the building while having no sense of what was actually occurring from…
While some individuals are born with unique characteristics and others use body modification procedures to create themselves a unique persona, the man with two faces, Sam Alexander, was born an average man. His unique characteristics were the result of a personal disaster.…
Alex had always loved this type of weather, it was the very best thing about Queensland. It was a pressing heat, dry yet humid. It was a warmth you could feel in every area of your body. A pressure that only meant one thing, an incoming storm that would arrive late in the evening. It was the best time to be outside; the best time to swim, to play football, to sun bathe. Things Alex longed to be doing, things that she would be doing, that is if she was not incarcerated inside a saunaesque - filled to the brim with seventeen year old male body odour - classroom, reading an inarticulate book she wasn't even sure the author of the book would read.…
September 11, 2001 was a day a tragedy for the United States. This was the day terrorist attacked. In the essay “The Price We Pay” written by Adam Mayblum, the events of this day and the heroic actions of ordinary men and women were shown. Many men and women were heroes that day because they exhibited bravery, selflessness, and leadership qualities.…
I see myself laying down and looking at the sky. It looked like I was in heaven. When I got up I saw a house. I went inside and saw a paper. It said that my mission is to kill the Ender Dragon. I didn't know a thing about Ender Dragon. I searched the house and looked at the world. the world was made up of blocks. Not one block or two blocks. Thousands of them. Haphazardly I realized that I was in mine-craft. A game that I used to play this game when I was seven years old. I thought that it was only a dream, so I tried to wake myself up. But I couldn't. I still thought that it was a dream and went with it. Near me was a waterfall and some chickens. I went in my house. There was a chest, laying there, and I opened the chest. When I opened…
He was like nothing seen before, I still can see the blood on his paws, and the red eyes that lit like spark. I told mother but did she listen, NO! She nevers listens to me, and she will never listen to me now that she is DEAD! Like father and brother sis, no one ever escaped him before but me!…
It was morning, but something was not right. I felt strange like my body was not my own. I was in the same room, yet something was different. I got up looked in the mirror and was astonished at what I saw. I felt that what I was looking at could not be a mirror because the images I saw were not of me. I saw a poorly shaven man of about twenty-five staring back at me. He was thin and looked like death had barely escaped him. He was scary, although what scared me the most is thinking about what had happened to…
ARCHIBALD MATTINGLEY (45) is climbing on an immense snowy mountain with another climber SHERPA TOR-TOR. The pair hug and congratulate one another after they reach the top. After they take a picture, a heavy wind and fog sweeps Tor-Tor away from the top of the mountain. Mattingley slips down into an ice cavern and he sees mountains of animal bones. As he steps further inside the cavern, Mattingley sees a monstrous white creature.…
The creature started to explore more of the paradise. It stopped as it saw pieces of dust coming together and made a figure, an unusual upright figure. It looked as it was being molded like clay. It stood up. A voice spoke to him and the figure nodded his head. He looked at the creature.…
In this story, Plato describes a scenario in which a man who was trapped in a cave since his youth is finally freed of his chains and allowed to exit the cave. Once the man’s chains are removed, he finds himself compelled to turn his head away from the shadows and towards the light behind him:…
I continue on the Briones to Diablo Trail and soon intersect with the Indian Creek Trail. As I near the junction, an owl hoots in the distance. The sound is coming from the oak woodland below, along Indian Creek, the namesake for the trail. I descend the trail in the twilight and head into the embrace of the woods. The owl continues its haunting call as I wander further down the trail. I stop and listen, and soon enough, I spot a dark silhouette on a branch not far away. I watch for a while, taking in the mystery and magic of the moment as the dark begins to close in. Soon it will be too dark to see in this sheltered area of the…
Oh dear. This isn’t good. Nope, not good at all. I’ll tell you what’s going on, but first, an explanation is needed. I’ll give you the quick version.…
I woke up hazed with blurred vision. The right side of my face was dried and burned. The left side of my face was soaked in salt water and blood. I was freaked out and picked up my head and blinked rapidly. I saw nothing but blue for miles and miles, the sky and the water. When I looked down I saw nothing but a small black and orange rubber dingy. I tried to think about what had happened. It was then when I realized I couldn't even remember my own name. Then panic just settled in for some reason I jumped in the water freaking out. I came to my senses and quickly started using all my strength to hurdle myself in the dingy.…
The day I enter the world I felt a weight on my shoulder pushing me down. My mother pasting away giving birth to me and my father turning black in the eyes. Every day as I grow up I was pushed against a wall and beaten if not at school but by a man I called my father. Every beaten by my father I felt my mother death was my fault maybe because I didn’t have anyone to love me. Every Doctor Appointment they couldn’t find Anything Wrong but the deep Depression of a broken home. Then he came the new kid who gain everyone love as he entered out of air. They called him Fortunato who was this unknown figure. Everyone loved him and befriend him he was the center of attention why couldn’t I get the same love he had gain why couldn’t I have friends who…