I looked at my mom, then at the seat next to her. Dad couldn’t come because of a meeting, but I didn’t care! I couldn’t hold myself together, I felt like I was going to explode into little sparkles of excitement. My excitement is about to burst out of my chest. I’m going on an airplane! Then I heard a horrendous sound like nails on a chalkboard, my body jerked forward, I smelt the metal nasty smell of blood, lastly darkness closed in on me, tight.…
This is Barney. He’s a Randal. He lives with his family in Carrollton, Alaska. His friends, the little Randals, are planning one last adventure before everyone is forced to move. The first to arrive is Clint and he loves to dance. His favorite move is the “Chunky Monkey". Although his legs are slow to go, his stomach is always on the quest for the next delicious snack. Look out! Crashing through the window is Tito. He’s creative and brave. His inventions tend to get him in and out of trouble. Next time, use the front door! Little Randals can make a BIG mess, but Barney’s Mom would like the house clean before it’s torn down. Be careful with that, Clint. Stinger loves to talk so he’s excited to help translate for Rose who was invited over to…
explain everything to you in a minute.” said Captain Skillman. As they sat there quiet. Deputy Blake held his head down. “Are you okay?” ask Captain Skillman. “Yes I’m fine, I’m just a little tired.” said Deputy Blake. “Well, we won’t be long.” said Captain Skillman. As they sat there, three men walked in, Lieutenant Crimp, Lieutenant Nectar and Sergeant Prim. Captain Skillman stood up and shook their hands. “Now we can start.” said Captain Skillman. Then six special agents walked in. “What’s going on?” ask Deputy Corde. “Gentlemen, these are FBI agents and you five have been pretty busy, we’ve had you all under surveillance and you all have been participating in illegal activities.” said Captain Skillman. “HOLD ON, WHAT IS ALL THIS?” yelled…
“What the heck is wrong with you? You need help,” Paxon exclaimed, “this isn’t the way you normally act. This isn’t the real you.”…
My division was stationed in Normandy, France, at the time of the Allied invasion on June 6, 1944. Toward the end of August or early September, Canadian troops captured me near Dieppe.10 I was with a small group of men who were cut off from our main company and overrun by motorized Allied units. For several days we wandered around searching for our unit, until one night we strayed into a field camp of Canadian soldiers. You can well imagine the astonishment all around when we suddenly appeared in their midst. The Canadians didn’t have a guard posted. This was probably better for all because otherwise we might have exchanged gunfire. Instead, we peacefully turned over our weapons and in return received cigarettes.…
Emerson has been grieving every day for two years and now tears are not able to fall from her eyes anymore. She decided to go talk to Brandon in prison. As Brandon walks up the glass, he is very hesitant to pick up the red phone. Ms. Emerson had a smile on her face which confused Brandon. “You took the greatest thing that happened to my life but now here with you to hear your side of the story,” she said. With tears coming down his eyes and face turning bright red. “I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me for the awful act I committed. My sister and I decided to run away from home because we was being treated really poor there. I knew that my sister was very hungry because she could not walk talk. We didn’t have any money so I decided to go look some food. As I was walking through your neighborhood and I notice that your door was open. So I walk in and went toward the fridge and I heard someone walking down the stair. I stood still because I did not know what to. He stared yelling and was going to call the police. I just couldn’t let him call the police because they was going to send us back to a foster house. I just could not let me sister suffer in another foster house. So I grabbed a knife and stab him in the chest. I ran away as fast as I could not knowing what I just did. I promise I did not mean to kill him. I am very sorry for what I did and I hope that I spend the rest of my life in prison so that can bring a smile to your face,” said Brandon.…
About noon, on the fifth day of their journey, Charity told Uriah to stop the wagon. Looking around, Uriah did not see anything in particular that caught his attention and did not know why she wanted him to stop; as far as he could tell, there was not anything they needed there. And, his mother had not gotten off the wagon to go do her business or said anything about eating lunch. So, after bringing the horses and wagon to a complete halt, he turned to Charity and asked, “Why did you want me to stop?”…
The same way super shorts create a small sentence that sticks in the reader's mind, so do fragments. The difference between a fragment and a super short is that a fragment is not a complete sentence. Most of the fragments Ferriss uses are one-word fragments. This creates emphasis on the one word. On page 245, Ferriss is stating and explaining how the phobias people have about quitting their jobs are wrong.…
We reached The Dalles today. This is our last stop to Oregon city and this is going to be the most dangerous part of the whole trip. We have to take the Barlow Road around Mt. Hood. The road is very messy. There are big rocks guarding the road. Sticks and broken wagon pieces are getting stuck in the wagons. On top of that, everyone is getting sick and have no energy to move the wagon and walk up the steep hill and walking through the narrow paths are hard because we can't walk on the side to hold the wagon up. The oxen are getting too tired to walk anywhere and the other families with mules keep stopping and that makes us run behind on schedule. Many people are dying because they have worked too much and haven't gotten enough sleep. When we…
As Fin walked along the street the leaves of the oak trees shone like patches of blue velvet, but when he stopped still nothing shimmered. The waves refused to move. The glow of the city still seeped into the morning sky, forever. He felt he must be dreaming, and yet he was sure he wasn't dreaming because everything felt so real. Surely his brain was not powerful enough to create such a masterful illusion. Or was it? He felt his head imploding just trying to figure it…
If you actually did understand me or my feelings I wouldn’t have had to tell you my depressing thoughts in this letter.…
The crumbling leaves swayed, as the winter air crashed against his home. Walking towards his farm, William became uncomfortably aware of his surroundings. He grew up in this town, spending his days working and adventuring in every niche of the area. For an eighteen year old, his journey of life was monotonous. He endeavoured to peregrinate and advance his life- but his next journey was one that caused a nauseous, yet prideful feeling in the pit of his stomach.…
Jonathan and Cleopas relax, and in the privacy at their own small table, they continue their quiet conversation.…
Tim O’Brien is an American author who writes stories based on his experiences in the Vietnam War. O’Brien, throughout the story ‘The Sweetheart of the Song Tra Bong’, describes the changes that Mary Anne goes through during her time in Vietnam. Mary Anne’s physical and mental changes that she goes through during her time in Vietnam also press and signify the changes that the soldiers, and possibly the civilians, go through in a time of war. O’Brien also chooses to have Rat tell this story even though O’Brien informs us that Rat has a reputation for exaggeration and overstatement of facts, which makes the story difficult to believe.…
I arrived at the home of Arthur and Queenie Volupids at 1:15am on October 13th 1982. I found Arthur lying dead at the bottom of the staircase with his right foot on the third step. His clothes were neat and his glass was still in his hand. The wall’s and the carpet around him and the stairs were undisturbed. (objective)…