The Big Blue Building The big cars were rushing by so fast. They were so loud‚ and I was so scared. I walked down the alley to hide behind the big green metal dumpster with all the rancid smelling trash inside of it. I tucked my tail and tried to stay warm as I hid from the cars and those villainous humans walking past. As it got darker‚ I started to doze off. I tried to stay as awake and on guard as I could‚ but I was just so exhausted. I had been running around all day trying to find a safe place
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I could feel the cold. I could feel it against my crestfallen face. I didn’t know if I was ready‚ ready to never see anything I love ever again. I stepped up into the cockpit of my bomber‚ a Matte Black Avro Lancaster with four propellers at the front. It was huge but it flew well and was hard to see against the backdrop of the dark night sky. It had bombs stored in its metal hull and had guns at either end of it. I made a few swift movements. Flicking controls and pressing buttons‚ instantly
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Nakajima Dental Clinic As bold as a lion‚ I proceed to the building and open the door. I stand at the “genkan‚” to remove my shoes first. (A “genkan” is a traditional Japanese entryway area or entrance hall for a house‚ having the same level to the outside‚ something of a combination of a porch and doormat.) I step up onto the raised floor‚ and again bend down to face my shoes to the door‚ as the custom is‚ and perhaps for a quick exit later‚ if necessary. Adjacent to the wall on my right‚
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I’m sitting on a bench in Christopher Columbus Park. The wooden planks at my back are faded from a combination of sun and sea-breeze‚ and under my fingers are lover’s carvings. Names‚ initials‚ crooked hearts‚ equations that end in forever. The last time I was here‚ I was eighteen. Maybe back then‚ I would have seen the beauty in it all. Right now‚ I pass my fingers over the gouges in the wood and hope I don’t get a splinter. I sigh softly‚ leaning forward and hanging my head. One hand dangles
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My Descriptive Writing (By Eduardo Sánchez Morales - M2) I heard the evil laughs of the spoilt men‚ and the screech‚ of the beer opening. I felt sick‚ like as if I had eaten the entire contents of the fridge. I rest my hand on the rough paintwork that coats the door and push. Rough wooden splinters cut into my palm; shards of black paint crumble to the floor. The hinges squeal as though they are a warning. Laughter overpowers the jukebox. Conversations swirl in a dirty cloud of smoke. The intense
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A Gift of Goats is a Gift of Hope Story and Photos by Darcy Kiefel‚ Heifer International Photojournalist In a mud home made vibrant by beautiful flowers‚ Leokodia Byabasaija extended her hand to welcome a stranger. Byabasaija‚ a beautiful woman who conceals the hardships of her life with an engaging smile‚ lives in the village of Kisinga‚ Uganda. Not long ago she had a happy life with her husband‚ Lesio‚ and their children. Married in 1968‚ the couple‚ working as peasant farmers‚ raised
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This is not an easy book‚ but it is a classic (first pub. 1923- 1925) and an insightful book for any serious student of sociology or anthropology. Mauss provides a view of human evolution‚ based on empirical research comparing exchange worldwide. Implicit in this analysis is a theory of change (Mary Douglas’ foreword‚ p. xiii): “changes in the organization of production radically transform the system of categories and beliefs.” Understanding archaic societies helps us understand our own.
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“The simple gift” written by Steven Herrick is narrated in the first person in helps to gives a sense of subjective‚ since it has the character’s own prejudices and preferences such as “I knew it was hunger”. It engages the reader by building up the closeness with them‚ and allows them to delve into the mind of the characters. “The simple gift” is also written in a diary format as from the three different characters points of view‚ in affect to be more personal and sincerely. This is the main technique
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Janine Giandomenico October 10‚ 2012 “The Gift of the Magi” "The Gift of the Magi" by O. Henry is a tale rich with the simplicity of times past‚ while carrying forward one that transcends time an history…the unconditional love and sacrifice of man (Jim) and wife (Della). Published in 1906 in “The Four Million”‚ it was his first collection of short stories‚ it included a surprise ending that come to be considered typical of Henry’s other writings. “The story is also thought to exemplify the
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his job but was not indicted. As a lover of classic literature‚ O Henry had begun writing as a hobby. When he lost his banking job he moved to Houston in 1895 and started writing for the The Post‚ earning $25 per month. O. Henry collected ideas for his column by loitering in hotel lobbies and observing and talking to people there. He used this technique throughout his writing career. O. Henry’s prolific writing period began in 1902 in New York City‚ where he wrote 381 short stories. He wrote one
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