Votaries Of Money Analysis
Votaries of Money – by Gregorio Lentini 4C
Some are poor by the break of a night,
But are kings by some luck and a fight.
They sit on their throne,
Keeping all that they own,
Until grief turns their ego contrite.
A Simple Trip – by Anthony Caucci 5-5
Dr. Craig Clark woke up on a gloomy Tuesday morning after a long night of work. He immediately felt that something was wrong, something was missing. The bed sheets he hid behind were thrown about and the other side of the bed was empty. Craig called out for his wife Sidney thinking she would be downstairs, but he was rewarded with silence. Intrigued he got out of bed and wandered down to the main floor only to find an empty room. Although he desperately wanted to find his wife his eyes locked …show more content…
The annoying sound of hunters killing with pleasure;
After the shot silence comes back and peace returns.
Birds flying, squirrels running, ducks swimming, wolves hunting;
And as all of nature takes its course time continues;
Right before the dark shadowed night arrives, beauty takes place;
The sun rises down through the trees and leaves a bright pink painted surface to the sky;
Birds stop flying, squirrels go to sleep, ducks fly away, insects stop buzzing and dead silence arrives;
The clouds disappear in the dark and leave space for the shinning stars;
Wolves howling to the illuminant full moon high up in the dark scary woods, the wolves taking power over silence with their howling melody of …show more content…
It had been preceded by a much louder pop, and then a zing – a noise that, under normal circumstances, I might have mistaken for the buzz of a fly – they were close. I took off, crunching along the gravel of the side road. Thirty-seven, thirty-eight… I sighed with relief. Thirty-nine Newman Drive. I did as I had been told – tweeted twice like a canary and once like a robin. I stood there impatiently, nervously, waiting for the door to clang open. I decided to knock – still no response. I looked over my shoulder and saw that they had finally made it around the corner – I let out a grunt of annoyance and, turning away from the door, continued my run. It was cut short by the screech of tires, the slam of a door, and the crackling zap of electricity the Taser sent coursing through my body. The agony was repeated, and I slipped into
Some are poor by the break of a night,
But are kings by some luck and a fight.
They sit on their throne,
Keeping all that they own,
Until grief turns their ego contrite.
A Simple Trip – by Anthony Caucci 5-5
Dr. Craig Clark woke up on a gloomy Tuesday morning after a long night of work. He immediately felt that something was wrong, something was missing. The bed sheets he hid behind were thrown about and the other side of the bed was empty. Craig called out for his wife Sidney thinking she would be downstairs, but he was rewarded with silence. Intrigued he got out of bed and wandered down to the main floor only to find an empty room. Although he desperately wanted to find his wife his eyes locked …show more content…
The annoying sound of hunters killing with pleasure;
After the shot silence comes back and peace returns.
Birds flying, squirrels running, ducks swimming, wolves hunting;
And as all of nature takes its course time continues;
Right before the dark shadowed night arrives, beauty takes place;
The sun rises down through the trees and leaves a bright pink painted surface to the sky;
Birds stop flying, squirrels go to sleep, ducks fly away, insects stop buzzing and dead silence arrives;
The clouds disappear in the dark and leave space for the shinning stars;
Wolves howling to the illuminant full moon high up in the dark scary woods, the wolves taking power over silence with their howling melody of …show more content…
It had been preceded by a much louder pop, and then a zing – a noise that, under normal circumstances, I might have mistaken for the buzz of a fly – they were close. I took off, crunching along the gravel of the side road. Thirty-seven, thirty-eight… I sighed with relief. Thirty-nine Newman Drive. I did as I had been told – tweeted twice like a canary and once like a robin. I stood there impatiently, nervously, waiting for the door to clang open. I decided to knock – still no response. I looked over my shoulder and saw that they had finally made it around the corner – I let out a grunt of annoyance and, turning away from the door, continued my run. It was cut short by the screech of tires, the slam of a door, and the crackling zap of electricity the Taser sent coursing through my body. The agony was repeated, and I slipped into