Com-101-024 February 24‚ 2013 The smell of molding laundry always filled the air at my cousin Rachel’s old Blue Island house. As we walked down the dark‚ narrow‚ creaking stairs‚ we all knew weren’t allowed down there but we somehow always stumbled down into the basement where my much older cousin Joey’s room and hang out was. He was rarely home when my sister Haley and I slept over‚ so all three of us would rummage through his things. We were always told not to even come close to touching
Premium English-language films Family Rooms
(don’t judge me‚ you’ve done that before) This piece is also about on how I would be a “perfect” mate‚ and how I would have to change in order to actually protect who and what I love. Now‚ a problem I ran into was that after I had personified the storm cloud in such an evil manner‚ the wolf character seemed like her had to chase after her‚ and just thinking about it just made the character pathetic‚ which i didn’t want. I didn’t want a character that relied this heavily on another person. So after
Premium Social movement Individual rights Civil rights and liberties
such “small” presents as $100 Lego or a Barby’s house in 6 rooms and garden furniture. Therefore‚ I thought that Disney Land was a good invention for loving parents.” The Sacred Grove of Oshogbo by Jeffrey Tayler The following essay contains descriptive language that helps to paint a vivid picture for the reader of an encounter with a man. “As I passed through the gates I heard a squeaky voice. A diminutive middle-aged man came out from behind the trees — the caretaker. He worked a toothbrush-sized
Premium Mickey Mouse Walt Disney The Walt Disney Company
to me until I could feel myself pressing against the wall. Their eyes‚ cold and merciless‚ pierce through my skin‚ sending shivers down my spine. The strong scent of impending rain hangs in midair as the clouds loom in the sky with every shade of storm grey. Sealing my eyes shut‚ I breathe in deeply diverting the stares to face my rich‚ black complexion. A colour so gloomy should be invisible among the fair‚ but instead it shines so vividly. I begin fidgeting with the hem of my hoodie before jerking
Premium Debut albums Poetry 2007 singles
As rain poured down in thick blankets over Lazy Town‚ faint‚ muffled breaths could be heard from deep within the lair of none of other than the owner himself‚ Robbie Rotten. His plump‚ rosebud like lips rested half an inch apart to allow air in and out while he slept‚ giving him the most kissable look in the entire world. Not to mention the small strand of saliva slowly rolling it’s way down Robbie’s cheek onto the presumably silk covered pillows (only the best kind of fabrics for the number one
Premium English-language films Debut albums Rock music
A white fuzzy blanket‚ yet solid as a rock stared back at me as I peered through my foggy window waking to the sight of snow. The miniature gray couch serving as the centerpiece of my living room seemed cozy that night. On the other hand‚ its rough and awkward fibers made it uncomfortable. Without heat blasting through the vent to conserve our warmth‚ we grew even colder. The bustling sound of the wind knocking on my window layered with dangling icicles smothering my home and the homes nearby shook
Premium English-language films Debut albums Sun
I inhaled the night time city smells of street food‚ sweat‚ cigarettes‚ and garbage‚ as I stepped toward the bus. I hadn’t taken two steps before someone shoved me to the side and dashed down the street weaving through people like a true professional. I tottered and nearly fell‚ but I kept my balance. Annoyed‚ I swept my gaze throughout the crowd and saw the rude stranger- a young man‚ maybe in his late teens‚ with thick black hair‚ dressed in a dark gray t-shirt and jeans. For a moment‚ he looked
Premium English-language films Debut albums Public transport
In Kate Chopin’s “The Storm”‚ a married woman breaks free from the patriarchal norm of her time. This story embodies feminism for many reasons—some of which are giving female characters typical “male” characteristics and discussing female sexuality. An affair that would usually be looked at with distaste and as an abomination is nonchalantly recounted in this shocking tale. It is also representative of Chopin’s background and symbolizes the turning of a page for women everywhere. This story goes
Free Marriage Human sexuality Kate Chopin
Absolutely nothing in this known world can break the silence—the room was lifeless. The floorboard painfully cries under the teacher’s fantastic high-heeled shoes; it invades the monastic stillness. Under the scrawls of a madman‚ written in a jet-black marker that has seen the end of its days a long time ago‚ slivers of the once pure whiteboard remains. My eyes dart towards the window as I stare at the barren tree branches; they shiver‚ afraid‚ in the thick cold and velvety air of winter. As my stoic
Premium High school Education Teacher
Thus‚ comfortably seated with a pen on hand in the warm confines of my bed room‚ I started to pour down my thoughts into writing‚ quietly praying that he will be able to know‚ at least the extent of my emotions… Briefly written in a small parchment‚ I folded the paper into four and noticing how it started to our heavily outside‚ I pulled out my drawer and produced a red folded
Premium Debut albums English-language films Eye color