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Chapter two: Unknowing
Bleep, bleep, bleep! My alarm went off interrupting my sleep, it was time for school. I rolled over half awake to shut it off, forcing myself to get up and tried to get back to reality. I had a series of dreams last night I could vaguely remember that were like flash subliminal message pictures. I couldn’t concentrate at this time what happened also, I had to get ready and get out of the house before the bus comes. I found some clothes to wear for school, head out of my room and go prepare myself a decent breakfast. The kitchen lights were already on brightly to wake me up more while my Mom ate her meal and read the paper on the island table. “Good morning Ryder, did you sleep well?” She asked while I poured water in the kettle for my morning tea “Yes, I did thank you for asking.” I turned on the stove burner for the kettle and fixed myself a bowl of cereal. I took a seat on one of the island chairs to eat; I took one bite of the crunchy and sweet consiste
Chapter one: Encountering beyond the path.
I got out of school, missed my bus and had to walk home. I didn’t mind, it was just for today, I had the urge to explore the trail in the woods nearby. Ever since I have started at my new school, there has been talk from right to left about this trail. From what I have gathered what people told me; if you try to walk the trail on your own, there are guardians who will banish you for trespassing. No one really knows what could be there but, when I heard it, I thought people were trying to scare new kids like me coming to Tampa. But, as it got to the point I heard the rumors more; I assumed maybe there could be something lurking beyond. I was willing to seek for myself anything mysterious or beyond my imagination. Exactly, what is there that’s so scary? When I used to live in San Francisco before I came here, there were numerous dangers that a typical city consists of for you to fear where you go. Walking down on my own, I envisioned the possibilities of what
ScarsIt was 3 days before my 12th birthday in the month of April. April 16th seemed just seem like any other day in 6th grade until in history class, I was called out to go outside. One of the teachers in the main office of my middle school reported to me, my sister’s college Virginia Tech; there was a shooting. Although she was not at the school at that time and she is alive, which I am thankful for she is here with me to this day. It was scary how she lived a few a blocks away from the campus and she knew a few of the victims closely. I love my sister and the thought of her not being in my life anymore, it would be drastic for me to understand she is not there anymore.
Then, in 7th grade one day I wore my Virginia tech T-shirt to school, there was a boy in my English class who asked me about my shirt. I mentioned my sister went to Virginia tech and I got this from her. “Was she there during the shooting?” he asked, I shrugged and I politely said “I rather not talk
How can you resist? Revised version (contest)It was a cool and breezy evening. The wind calmly blew on the way to Simon’s house. I was anxious to see him. He told me he has a secret to confess after that, he mentioned it was time for me to know what it was. Either way, I had a synch this could be interesting. Arriving to his house and yielding at the front steps, I took a breath hoping for the best. At my own pace going up the stairs then reaching for the doorbell, the pitched chime lasted for about a minute or so. No answer. Hmmm, do I press again? Figuring it would be impolite to redundantly beg for him to answer. He is probably busy or whatever! I took a seat on the front step and to pass the time to admire the unique and blended pastel colors of the sunset. Hoping at the same time he heard my arrival. A shiver of the cold got me like an arrow though; I comforted myself staying close to calm the goose bumps. Simon should be here by now and strange for him to be this way. Stepping up to the door for h
Behind the bars (WIP)It was late at night; I escorted myself to the castle to visit Nathaniel. It was dreary outside with the moaning winds, starless and the moon hiding in the sky. Going along the path to the wide, tall gate; a guard stood out there at their post. Gulping my breath, I had to come forth to them to see Nathaniel "May I help you?" he tensely asked as I looked away "I-I am here to visit Nathaniel, please?" the guard sighed rolling his eyes "Oh, well that's up to Delano to decide who will visit; come with me" the gate creaked from him pushing the handle, I chewed on my lips, butterflies flying and my saliva went sour. There, strolling down the narrow hall to the throne; Delano perched hastily pondering. The guard bowed his head while I went down on my knees courteously respecting Delano "What have you brought me, a concubine or another servant girl?" Delano dreaded my presence, I admit that was pretty rude and caddy of him. "Sir, this girl is here to see Nathaniel; may she have your permission
Passion in your sleepThere he was, sleeping and on my bed after I turned my back away for a moment. I couldn’t help but, stare at his innocence; he was serene. His inner child exposed in his sleep, I crept over to take a closer look at his delicate face. At an angle to his, he was at peace, into dreamland and unaware of my presence. His lips were pulling me closer, his lips slightly opened, smooth and delicate… Suddenly, something takes over me… I really want to kiss him! I can’t, that wouldn’t be right and downright bizarre… No, this is weird; don’t do this! I fight my mind to keep my distance away… However, this magic that’s in him possessing me to kiss him is getting to me… He is cute and pure like a baby at rest. My head leans closer to him as the fighting inside stopped I can’t look away… He’s so beautiful my blood flow is warm and the tingling sensation for him grows maybe just one little quick
I'm AliveIn 2011 14,000 people had their names incorrectly entered into the government database as dead. This can cause many issues, like not receiving disability checks, having loan payments and rent check bounds bounce, and evening getting your accounts closed. There were obviously mistakes for these people.
The apostle Paul was not mistaken when he said that the Ephesian Believers were at one point dead-spiritually dead. They were dead in the sense that they were separated from God, enslaved to sin, and condemned under the wrath of God. What a state of hopelessness!
Yet God in His goodness took action to reverse this condition for them and for us. The living God “who gives life to the dead” (Romans 4:17) poured out his Rich mercy and great love by sending His Son Jesus to this earth. Through Christ’s death and resurrection, we are made alive.
When we believe in the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, we go from death to life. Now we live to rejoice in His goodness
The Origins of Dragon MythologyThe Origins of Dragon Mythology
Dragons are fantastical beasts that appear in almost all cultures around the world. Dragons are symbols of man’s hatred and greed as we known as the dangerous reptiles that hoard gold. As for western dragons which I will be speaking of exclusively in this essay they are typically large, lizard-like in appearance, have leathery bat-like wings, and breathe fire. Since Dragon can literally apply to any mythological animal that is slightly reptilian, we will talk about your traditional western wyrm. But how did the dragon of western culture come to be this way, what were their origins and inspirations? In this essay I will discuss the evolution of Dragon mythology in western culture. I do not claim to have any credentials on this topic, I am not a historian or any type authority on this topic I’m just espousing what I believe to be a theory on what I believe to be how dragons arouse in European culture an
Senior Research Paper: Violence in Video GamesMatt Hines
28 January 2014
Violence in Video Games
What comes to mind when you hear the phrase “video games”? A fat plumber? A blue hedgehog? What about violence? Back in the day, it was rare that you could play a game with any sort of blood, and the violence was cartoonish at best. Nowadays, you can’t even play Call of Duty without hearing someone bickering about the blood and gore. The media believes that video games are a bad influence on today’s society because of that violence, along with things like drugs. Many gamers believe otherwise.
Video games in general are relatively young. According to “First Video Game,” ignoring the related-but-unnecessary debate on what the first game really was, the first well-known computer game was 1961’s Spacewar!, with the first home console debuting only five years later. Fast-forward to 1976, and you have the (in)famous Death Race, a game based on the cult movie
Pink Floyd Analytical Essay“The Lunatic is in my Head”
Dark Side of the Moon is an album by British rock band, Pink Floyd. It was recorded in April 1973, and quickly climbed the top of the record charts. There it stayed for 741weeks and grossed near 45 million worldwide. The overall theme for the album reflects the inner struggle of the average youth of the time, which still holds true today. Roger Waters, the band’s bass player, based the album off the former guitar player, Syd Barrett. Syd Barrett had numerous mental instabilities, this inspired Waters to create an album that reflected that. Dark Side of the Moon is one of the most influential albums in history, but not many people understand what it is really about. The album’s concept is the issues of a mental patient, and what is going on in his head at the hospital where he is being withheld from society. The concept is strongly held in the lyrics, tempos, and the mood of each song.
The first song on the album is “Speak to me&
El comienzoNarradora: Tifanny Winter
Aclaraciones los personajes son totalmente míos y además la historia
Recuerdo el primer día en que te conocí, el primer instante en que nuestras miradas se cruzaron sin darle importancia, ya que aquel accidente, bueno aquel choque que sucedió en la mañana ninguno presto la atención suficiente para darnos cuenta de que la persona que estaba al frente tirada, era la persona que más querríamos y amaremos en un futuro, para que entiendan a cabalidad esta historia comenzare desde aquella preciosa mañana.
Me desperté tarde para mi buena suerte, claramente me levante de un salto de la cama para prepararme para la universidad, desayune lo más rápido casi atragantándome pero sin darle importancia, me cambie con lo primero que encontré en mis cajones del armario, m
El Arte de Usar y TirarOdio la palabra piscolabis. No es porque suene especial, diferente, única... o quizás sí, por lo que desentraña y pasaré a explicar más tarde. Lo que más rabia me da es por el pequeño trauma que me recuerda, surgido de un derivado que poco tiene que ver con la propia palabra aunque se le aplique igualmente.
Mi trauma surgió a partir de un pseudo-gafapaster que catalogaba libros en plan “aperitivo” o “plato fuerte”. Si me hubiese mirado en ese momento, se habría preguntado por mi cara de teleñeco, pero se limitó a seguir con su verborrea y “especiedeprepotenciaquenollegaperodalaimpresión” con respecto a sus gustos personales. No recuerdo de qué me habló, pues divagaba entre un infinito inventado y una realidad aparente, a causa de la impresión que ya no se me ha borrado sobre catalogar la cultura como si fuera algo de consumir... y poco m
Book Report: A Night to RememberWalter Lord published his account of the Titanic disaster in 1955. It was the first retelling of the famous shipwreck to appear in decades and is now considered by most to be the best book ever written about the doomed “unsinkable” ship. It tells the story of a cold night in April, 1912, when the luxury liner RMS Titanic, on her maiden voyage from Southampton to New York, struck an iceberg in the frigid North Atlantic and sank, taking the lives of 1500 of its 2200 passengers and crew. Some of those lost were among the most well-known names of the day, and others were impoverished immigrants hoping for a new life in America. Rich and poor, famous and unknown, all were thrown together in one massive drama of death that both defined the societal expectations of the Edwardian era and sounded its death knell.
What sets "A Night to Remember" apart from other books about the Titanic is that the book focuses solely on the people on board. It is a fitting choice, as the story of the
YouTube ProposalGoogle is a phenomenal company. They have given people a fast, effective search engine, a multi-platform web browser with incredibly fast load times that will actively warn visitors of virulent sites, and an easy to use, professional email system that is easy to sign up for and handle, but they have done some rather distasteful things with their purchase of YouTube. YouTube used to be one of the most beloved locations on the internet, a social media website based entirely around videos. Google, of course, being the growing mass media corporation it is, decided to buy this and do some restructuring. To say “no one has welcomed it with open arms” is an understatement. The comment system was replaced by having one’s Google+ account tacked in instead. Gone are the days of sweet security and anonymity, a person can find out exactly who you are, which can become rather bothersome, but is understandable, as it makes trolling (to incessantly harass and mock someone for your o
True spirit within"The darkness is calling. A little danger, a little risk. Feel your heart race. Listen to it. That's the sound of being alive. It's your time, Nick. Your one chance to have fun before it's all stolen by them, the adults, with their cruelty and endless rules, their can't-do-this, and can't-do-that's, their have-tos, and better-dos, their little boxes and cages all designed to break your spirit, to kill your magic."
― Brom, 'the Child Thief'
This quote from 'the Child Thief' by Brom, since I believe to take risks and challenges for what you believe are right. Not only is it part of life but, people shouldn't assume what is right for you otherwise lacks independence and belief listening to your heart of what you believe. When it comes to people who care about you, they just want to do what's best for you but, really they don't know you enough to empathize. For instance, if an adult expects me to be obedient for being good like them and I ask why; the answer is either 'because I said
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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