JORGE One night in Jamaica‚ a warm breeze rustled the trees‚ they seemed to whisper to him. As night fell‚ he watched the sun set and tried to count the stars. Jorge sat watching as the stars appeared in the sky. He couldn’t count‚ so high and decided and closed his eyes. Jorge leaned his head back into his palms and sighed. He was sprawled out on the cool grass. He patted his dog beside him. It would soon be time for dinner and he must go in and help his grandmother prepare the family meal
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it is falling because the weather dictated it fall from the sky.” My friend retorted‚ “Yes‚ but couldn’t there be a greater figure out there above the clouds making it snow.” I shot back “No‚ snow is just frozen water‚ that froze as it fell in the form of rain. Scientists have proved that a long time ago‚ as water evaporates it turns to clouds and once that cools down it falls as rain‚ and if it is cold enough it will freeze into snowflakes.” To this he replied‚ “Well I don’t think that is
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America experienced profound changes during the mid 1800 ’s. New technologies and ideas helped the nation grow‚ while the Civil War ripped the nation apart. During this tumultuous period‚ two great American writers captured their ideas in poetry. Their poems give us insight into the time period‚ as well as universal insight about life. Although polar opposites in personality‚ Emily Dickinson and Walt Whitman created similar poetry. Dickinson ’s "Hope is a Thing with Feathers" and Whitman ’s "O Captain
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for the war. Anti war poets told more or less the truth about war although the authors were very angry and you can see this in a lot of their poetry. The 4 poems I’m writing about are called “Dulce et Decorum est” and “Disabled” By Wilfred Owen‚ “Blighters” and “The General” By Siegfried Sassoon who both wrote anti war poetry and all four poems are very bitter about the enemies of war‚ these poets think the enemies of war are the adults who are telling men to go to war then calling them cowards if
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with blue roofs but still manages to look dark and mysterious and has an eerie feel surrounding it. It is long and on half of it is about 10 floors high with little towers coming out above the main roof‚ the other half is lower down‚ only about 5 stories high‚ with a large watch tower in the middle of that section. It houses my aunt‚ uncle and their daughter‚ my cousin and a few other families. For the last few days I’ve been walking to their estate as I am moving there to live with them because my
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It came on translucent‚ parched‚ low riding legs. It crawled thirty feet below half of the population.‚ a vigorous destroyer‚ flashing its delicate watchmaker’s claws away its oily reptilian organic structure. Each claw was a nail ‚ a thousand tiny nails all together ‚ above thick ropes of muscle‚ sheathed over thick oily skin like the flesh of a ferocious warrior. Each tentacle was a string of spaghetti‚ smush‚ and mesh. And from the great breathing cage in the chest there was a tiny head that
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‘twas the night before hike-mas. I had begrudgingly agreed to go to bed before 10‚ even though I insisted that I could stay up later and still be okay in the morning. I was all packed. I had packed plenty of water‚ water‚ water‚ and even more water. I had snacks. I had lots of sunscreen on‚ and lots of sunscreen in my backpack‚ although there’s only so much sunscreen can do. I had anxiety about a couple of things. One of those things was my fear of snakes‚ and the other was my fear of heights. I
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The graveyard was dark and shadowed; tulips lined the cobblestone pathway that led to the mausoleum‚ looming darkly against the feeble moon. I strode through the graveyard‚ glancing nervously around at the shadows that lay thick upon the graves like a shroud. Tulips‚ protruding like withered stakes from the ground‚ lined the pathway‚ and I could smell their sickly-sweet odor as I approached the mausoleum‚ looming above me like a forbidding monument to the feeble moon above. “Rachel!” I cried out
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For the sake of anonymity I’ll keep some names private‚ and call myself Beowulf. My story happened around two years ago‚ I was 26 years old when my family and I had noticed that my grandmother was starting to forget our names‚ couldn’t recall certain events‚ and at times seemed in a daze and lost from her state of mind‚ completely forgetting where she was in that moment. This was followed by her stumbling around the house and falling a few times. One time it got to the point where she fell down
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"Are you sure you’ll be fine without me?" Mabel asked‚ twiddling her numbs nervously as she sat on her bed in the room she shared with her brother in the Mystery Shack. Mabel was preparing to leave for a fun day with her friends‚ Candy and Grenda‚ as she planned to spend this summer more focused on friends and family more so than romance. In response to her question‚ Dipper gave a small nod‚ and coughed in between. Dipper gave her a weak smile‚ his voice cracked awkwardly even more than usual because
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