Summers at Lake George Is that a breeze you feel? No‚ it’s still scorching hot and all you can think about is the lake in front of you. Imagine dipping your toe into the water‚ that first burst of cold is so contradicting to the sun’s heat and it feels amazing. You jump in with a splash‚ feeling the water rippling all around you. Taking in the dancing bubbles and the soft feel of sand beneath your toes‚ you resurface. This summer at Lake George is going to be a good one. Ordinarily
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Standing in the blazing sun I could feel my heart racing as I carefully scanned the field for the ball. I could see Choochi had possession and he was running towards me with a sinister smile. He took a stance a few feet away from me and gave me a nod as his leg swung back. Before I was able to see his foot make contact with the ball I heard it in the net behind me. He walked slowly towards me mockingly mirroring my facial expression. I saw his lips moving but I couldn’t hear over the rumbling. “Rumbling
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The water is calm and undisturbed‚ not a ripple in the pool. A rush of ice water envelopes my body as I dive into the pool. I open my eyes and wait for them to focus in my new environment. As I come up for air‚ I smell the strong scent of chlorine around me. As I begin my first set of laps‚ water rushes into my mouth as I come up for air‚ the taste of chlorine is soon stuck in my mouth. Half way through my second lap‚ I hear the sounds of splashing and what sounds like cannonballs as people begin
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It is a bright sunny day; the sky a soft shade of blue and a slight breeze in the air. It was a day of beauty‚ a day with no soul inside but rather enjoying the delightfulness outside. Stepping out‚ the concrete on the porch is steamed just enough to stand on bare foot. Off in the distance is the vision of feet coming into sight every couple of seconds as the swing is pushed up. Drivers pass in cars‚ each in their own trail of thoughts. The windows of every car are rolled all the way down and diverse
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I woke up one April morning with the chickadees chirping rapidly in the tree branches. I threw my pants and socks on and rushed down the stairs as the smell of fresh bread assaulted my nose. Mom was already awake and greeted me with a slice of crispy toast‚ the butter was perfectly melted and seeped into the crust one squeeze‚ and it oozed out and dripped on the floor. Once I put my boots on‚ my feet were excited and before I knew it‚ I was flying out the door. One step outside and the smell of melting
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Naturally by this time my aching loneliness glides in like an empty cloud drifting afar in the dead of night. All presence of faith deserted long before the scorching sun inhaled its last breath‚ in order for the moon to be reborn. Yet unmistakably it’ll only be the sun welcoming my dispirited morning as any glimpse of faith is hushed by my heavy thoughts‚ which deeply desire to remain firmly rooted in my mascara stained pillow. A reminder of the all the endless nights I overfilled with enough tears
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Irma‚ the deadly hurricane that held no conscious in terminating any object in its path was soon to arrive Florida. The black ominous clouds were suffocating the sun. The temperature dropped‚ the air was bone-chilling sending shivers throughout my body. Slowly the atmosphere was beginning to feel intoxicating. There was no solution but to endure its wrath. The wind was howling in fury‚ seeking for revenge. It bent the palm trees neck and snapped it in half. The palm trees were now lifeless‚ scattered
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I am surrounded by pink and orange colors layered with a slightly hazy film. Small‚ wet droplets hit the side of my face. The gritty feeling in between my toes is chilling but yet very pleasing. A few strands of my blonde hair brush across my face caused by the wind whistling through the fishy tasting air. I can smell the saltiness lurking above the water as the clear liquid creeps closer to my buried toes. The sound of the gentle crashes comes from in front of me and beyond under the pink and orange
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The once sunny day of the beach was tainted with a storm brewing above. As everyone scattered off the beach‚ they quickly grabbed their possessions as rain fell down upon them. The music playing form the cafes and rides suddenly come to a stop as their customers quickly disappear. The once happy sound of laughter was silent as the grave. A dark shadow stretches its arms form over the ocean once more and the once mighty sun is blotted out. Even the laughing seagull is nowhere to be found for they
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The cold winter snow soared through the night‚ high in the atmosphere‚ blanketing the dead forest of gray bark and howling wolves. Among the trudging pack‚ a blizzard was set and seen upon their sights as they prepared for the worst of the weather. White clouds escaped their panting mouths‚ the creatures headed straight into the calling moans of the night‚ where the dark sky was overtaken by the blank aura the zipping white speckles gave off. When the blizzard had passed‚ the wolves slept in piles
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