(beat) Are you okay? Tiago nods. AMANDA(CONT’D) Everything is in order.
INT. MCCRUDO - TELECOMMUNICATIONS ROOM - CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS A LONG LINE OF CREW MEMBERS stands packed like sardines, each waits for their turn to enter. Carlos, rubs his
Lillian, how are you? - I'm good. I hope I'm not disturbing you. - Not at all.…
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.…
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?”…
A sharp wail cut through the silence of Woodbridge Mental Hospital. A nurse immediately rushed towards the far end of the hallway, her footsteps echoing off the walls of the hospital. As she approached the door of the patient’s ward, she heard equipment crashing to the floor and shattering. She fished out her cell phone and dialed a number.…
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…
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.…
Fighting temptation describes a battle that is as much spiritual as it is emotional or physical. To be tempted is not a sin. Everyone is tempted and at different levels. Even Jesus was tempted! Temptation happens when the opportunity is presented to do what we know is wrong, whether against God, ourselves, or others. Being tempted is not wrong - it's the decision to do wrong and the corresponding action that follows.…
A few years ago, My school took a trip to Washington, D.C. We got to visit many historical monuments that were even more breathtaking in person, but the experience at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial will forever be embedded in my mind.…
I was unpacking my toothbrush in the bathroom when my daughter yelled, “Dad get over here! NOW.” I hurried over to see her looking at her phone. I read what she was looking at and I completely regretted buying this house. I should have known by the broken windows and the weeds that covered the fence and door.…
Jonathan and Cleopas relax, and in the privacy at their own small table, they continue their quiet conversation.…
It was the year 2517, and it had been thirty-one years since a human had been on planet Reach. Thirty-nine years earlier, it was attacked by the covenants, an intelligent alien race. Reach was a planet like Earth, but Earth was lost a long time ago due to the covenant.…
When Thea's done with lunch she goes into her room and plays with her toys so that she does not have to keep her mind on the time. When Thea is playing with her toys it's like she goes to another world like you playing a sport and you are the center of attention. She loves to play with her toys. Lily comes to check on her sister but Thea tells Lily go get out of her room because she wants to be left alone so that the night time will come faster, so that she wont have to wait for tomorrow like her sister and her parents will have to…
Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, sensing the minutes tick by for what seemed like the hundredth night in a row; Cassie knew the feeling well. Every few minutes or so her eyes would flick over to the glowing red numbers as they crawled towards the time her alarm would go off, signalling a new day. The demonic red numbers switched to 3:00 am; the time for sleep fell to four hours. Cassie forced an inhale, and then breathed out slowly. It had been hours since she had persuaded herself to lie down in bed, yet her mind was still reeling from the day previous. It wasn’t as if anything spectacular had happened. Those sorts of events seemed to save themselves until Cassie was already at a breaking point. Today had been just another in a series…
At 0713 on the 31st of February, thirty-two minutes before he had to leave for work, Moss dragged himself out of bed amidst the roar of rain pummeling against his capsule’s window. He showered in the cramped communal bathroom, drank his Honcho™ in his cramped doorway next to his cramped kitchen counter, and sat down on his cramped desk. As he pulled up a paperback copy of The NEON Patriot, he spied a figure blocking the ghost insignia on his window.…
Writing varies from a text message to a novel. Writers often have a difficult task in creating a piece of work that truly identifies the meaning of good writing. Every good writer usually starts with the basics such as genre, audience, rhetorical situation, and reflection of the piece. Throughout this semester, we have gone through all of these key terms in great detail with each new assignment that has come our way. In doing this, not only as students but also as writers, we have come to create our own theory of writing. Every writer has a different theory of writing though most are very similar. Now, at this point in the semester after doing countless journals, in-class exercises, and final assignments, I think I have figured out my own theory of writing.…