with men. It was as if the forest itself was moving. The day was eerily silent as they neared the tree line. Inverness could be seen in the distance. An army‚ Macbeth’s‚ was waiting in the field. They had seen the woods moving‚ and the element of surprise was no longer in their favor; both armies charged. Like an unstoppable force hitting an immovable object‚ the armies collided into a single mass. Men were collapsing left and right‚ cut down gruesomely. Men were crying out for help. Some screamed
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was so young during that time period‚ I had absolutely no idea that my family was homeless. The word homeless comes with such a bad attachment‚ so for a long time I never spoke about it to anyone. But‚ I think it’s important to share your personal story‚ in hopes that another can relate. About three years of my life were spent either in a car or a shelter or once in a while at a family/friends home. Given that‚ I think it would be best to speak only about the first year. Granted that it was the most
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Today happened to be a cloudy‚ overcast day with an air temperature of six degrees Celsius and the water a few degrees warmer. The day held the promise of a winter storm approaching well before nightfall. The surf’s rough‚ but nothing a raft of Selkies or seals couldn’t handle. Now the local Selkie clan would meet the three male Leopard seal out in the ocean in their non-humanoid form. The Leopard seal shifters differ vastly from the Selkies. Selkies required their fur pelt to take on their Selkie
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After spending so much time cooped up in a cell with someone‚ their face and behaviour become normal to you but to any passing onlookers my cellmate is anything but normal. When I was first thrown into the cell‚ Marigold was the first thing I saw‚ it was kind of hard not to‚ she could be standing in a room full of diamonds and she would be the brightest thing there. This shine she possesses isn’t due to beauty but rather a peculiar mix of clashing features. She has a wrinkled forehead that always
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It’s the same oak tree every day‚ some leaves are pale as paper‚ some dark as pitch; some rich as chocolate‚ and some poor thin shreds‚ there life on the tree almost ending as there about to fall‚ each year around this time of year they cover the woodland floor. From clasped grey buds bursting into bronze‚ opening into this year’s glorious spring and deepening into one of the best summer’s green before colouring in autumn and falling precisely here. It’s a simple life‚ before I deployed‚ I was very
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Zichao Huang Mr. Lambert English028 March 17‚ 2015 The Story of an Hour “The Story of an Hour” is about a woman named Mrs. Mallard who is married to a man named Mr. Mallard. Mrs. Mallard does not have a very good heart‚ and she is sick. Something bad has happened‚ and people do not know how to tell her about it. Josephine is her sister‚ and she tells Mrs. Mallard that Mr. Mallard died in a train accident. Richards is Mr. Mallard’s friend‚ and he is there because he knew about the accident. Richards
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It all started on a cool‚ fall morning. The bright blazing sun in my eyes awoke me. And the blanket wrapped around me like I’m a butterfly in a cocoon. The night before‚ my dad told me to stay home‚ because I felt like I was dipped in a lake‚ then left out without any warmth in the snow. My head spinning‚ my skin freezing‚ and my stomach turning inside out. The feeling to get my morning started got me to roll out of bed. As I was walking downstairs‚ the sickness made me feel like a zombie
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BELONGING STORY(2) Coughing violently‚ I passed the glass pipe along to the young man beside me‚ who took a long drag before handing it on the next in the circle. I could feel the foul-tasting smoke tear down my throat and withstood the urge to vomit. The entire room was overflowing with a fetid haze; it grated against the back of my throat as though it were sandpaper. I fought to maintain my composure and appearance of serenity‚ but if anyone looked close enough they would easily be able to distinguish
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In Control In my sophomore year of high school‚ I remember a particular speech I had to deliver in my English class. It was just like any other‚ honestly. But this one‚ this specific one‚ gave me the greatest trouble. My irrational fear of public speaking consumed me and turned me against myself. I remember the mindset that I had for most of my sophomore year: me vs. them. That was how high school was. It was every man for himself. But never would I have ever thought that I was my own biggest obstacle
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threatening whoever was on the other side of the line. "You’re not a people person are you‚ Niklaus?" Elijah‚ Niklaus’ brother sarcastically asked as he made his way through the door of the home they shared. "Elijah! What an entirely unwelcome surprise‚" Niklaus smirked‚ leaning back into his seat‚ staring at his older brother who had now returned home after a month long business trip. "And what an entirely unsurprising welcome‚" Elijah replied. "Who
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