As a kid, me and my family used to take trips around the U.S. every three to two years. The first I can remember was the time we went to chicago. Me, and my brothers looked off the 22nd floor in wonder. Except for Briar, my oldest sibling, who was indeed deathly afraid of heights. I focused on a grand carnival in the distance, filled with light and colors that could catch any nine year old 's eye. As I continued staring through the blue tinted window, Marcus, my second oldest sibling, kept pretending to throw Briar out of the window; Despite marcus’s size compared to the giant of my oldest brother, Briar still freaked out and would retreat to the couch before walking back to the window to gaze at the city. It was around that time when the carnival …show more content…
The sun gleamed through the window giving a feeling of grandness amongst the room. We were watching TV on this shiny new flatscreen, all the colors on it seemed more vibrant than the concrete jungle around us. Nevertheless, Chicago beamed through the night with beautiful light reaching all the way to the twenty second floor of the hotel and to our room. I watched as the car 's headlights below would reflect from one building of glass to another, bouncing around like an endless game of tag with one car chasing the other on any reflective surface. It was almost hypnotizing watching the cars go on and on. Being as young as I was, I wasn’t quiet use to being in a big city and seeing an endless stream of cars like this. Near the edge of midnight, we sat down as a family in the room with the kitchenette and watched ghost rider after a long debate of what movie we were going to watch and almost ended in battle of me and Briar against Marcus.There lied a half empty bag of popcorn on the small table next to the L couch, and multiple cans of diet coke and root beer rested on the coffee table in front of the couch. The abundance of Joy from the day seemed almost overwhelming, and watching the movie in such a jaw dropping place made my nine year old mind race. My mom held a face of happiness and content, mostly because …show more content…
When I was about Eleven right around the midpoint between spring and summer, a perfect day was no more than a dream held in my mind. As my oldest brother got older, the more common threats in the house were, Threats of throwing him out of the house when he turns eighteen. This came up in almost every yelling match Briar would start with my parents. When they got into these fights, I would go in my room with Marcus and play on the PS2 or pretend to do our homework while playing on Briars gameboy color. Really, we just wanted to stay out of the way so we wouldn’t end up being collateral damage in the sense of my mom bring up my report card. But Briars shouting was too loud this time to ignore by going in my room and shutting the world out. So I found myself swinging on the swing set we kept in our back yard for the kids to play on when they came over for day care. I was lost in my thoughts, like I usually was when I had nothing else to do. I remember it was unusually cold that night, with stiff gusts of wind doing most of the work of pushing the swing. I didn’t care about the cold giving me frost bite, I was too deep in thought. Never did I think about why they fought with Briar, or why Briar would come back from his friends house at eleven in the afternoon wearing different clothes than what he started out with. The door slammed open cracking through my thoughts like lighting bringing me out of my scattered mind and snapping me into cold reality. Briar Bursts out of the
My name is Robert Borgelin from Wellington Florida. I am married to my wife Frantzie and have six children. I have been a student at Knox for some time now. I teach Mathematics in Palm Beach County School District and also serve as pastor of Primitive Baptist in Lauderhill Florida. I wish to delve during the coming weeks in the concept of Justification by faith.
Off and On I, Kevin Sandersons, am not a genius. I simply am determined to succeed in my future, yet my grades and actions in class imply the future Einstein is present, according to my classmates. But that’s not how I visualize myself. I’m 13 years old and I live in Charleston, SC.
He wiped off the slick sweat on the back of his neck, knowing it was his time to shine. Centennial Olympic Park surrounded him. The Bank of America Plaza towered to the East. He rubbed the back of his blood stained feet, shook off the blister pain, shoved his polished trainers on his feet, picked up his stick, and started for the other side of the field. He was in the big leagues now.
RE: Mind games [GoodGirlGrace/ Mr Quixotic] Jarrod was curious to see if his words would shock her, or at least cause the woman to lose some of her composure, however Heather didn 't flinch at all. That was just fine with the rapist, this was their first session, and she 'd barely scratched the surface of the man who was Jarrod Cross. "I see." He nodded, and took a deep breath as contemplation 's of an appropriate response swirled through his mind, then decided to attempt to twist the Psychiatrist 's words, and use them against her.
Ever since I was young, I have always heard someone talking about Marquette. Part of this may be due to the fact that three of my neighbors have gone to Marquette and have absolutely loved it. Adding on to that, I have met even more people that have gone to Marquette that have really liked it and are usually successful in life. I met even more people at the Marquette open house that were from all over the United States and said they went to Marquette and they hope their child will attend Marquette as well. This made me realize that Marquette is truly local, since I know several people that have gone to Marquette that live by me and at the same time it is global, since I have met people around the United States, as well as other countries that
Although my parents were with me on a trip to Fredericksburg, Texas, years ago, my vacation was fun, bizarre, and terrifying. While on vacation, my parents gave me a plethora of instructions and rules; evidently, I did not follow many of the them. One of the rules was to stay away from an old wagon in the front yard of our vacation house in an attempt to avoid injury. After the wagon’s large, rusty wagon wheel fell on my head and blood covered my face, I learned to always follow my parents’ rules and to stay as calm as possible in terrifying instances. When I was five years old, my family drove to our rural Texas vacation house for a trip with experiences that I will remember forever.
An Exquisite Equation Below the worn pavement and below thousands of footsteps, an unsuspecting terminal of tracks exists. The stagnant air of pungent aromas is filtered when the bullets carrying passengers glide by. The train station resembled a beehive; determined individuals zipping through rows of chairs to catch their ride while others frantically search for an exit. Past the makeshift shops that attempt to welcome the tourists, an outlet of steep stairs ascend. A strange phenomena seems to wash over as toes lift off the top step and heels collide with the rough sidewalk, introducing a feeling as if you’ve just teleported into a foreign world.
Obviously, the stars are absent at night in Chicago due to light pollution but the lyrics illustrated above presented a vivid image of looking at all the wonders the city had to offer simply by being the passenger. By looking out the window I felt a sense of wonder and a deep-rooted appreciation for Chicago unknowing the opportunities it would present me later on
Great America Brow furrowed in concentration and anxious about the massive crowds, the ticket collector prepares for the crushing energetic onslaught. The sight of excited park goers, lining up, like a slow, slithering, infinite snake brings a sense of anticipation. Like a curious explorer, I absorb the park map, preparing for my enjoyment of this expansive territory. From a distance, the kaleidoscope of structures, both lure me toward and repel me away from this daunting adventure. Towering high above the low clouds, the roller coasters look like giant pinwheels rotating in the sky.
It was an early December morning. The roads were slick with a thin layer of ice. The air was crisp with a winter chill and there was a slight drizzle falling from the sky. I was riding in my dad’s truck to my grandma’s, who babysat me while my parents were at work. My little brother Kaden was also with us.
Dave sat near the back of the tavern, carefully sipping a glass of ale he’d only bought to get the keeper off his back. He supposed it was fair, he was taking up half a table with the papers he was pouring over. But Dave wasn't much of a drinker, he was still fairly young, for a drow, and never thought the idea of getting absolutely wrecked was a proper transition into adulthood, for most races. (dwarfs, he supposed, are the exception.) but a small buzz couldn't exactly hurt his research.
The scream of a man pierced the quiet, chilly night of downtown Chicago as he ran to escape the monster chasing him. His breaths came out in puffs of white fog as his legs—short and fat as they were—carried him at an impressive pace through the empty back alleys. He looked over his shoulder as he rounded the corner of one of the many vacant buildings. He was no longer being chased, but he still hurried to hide himself in the darkness and collapsed against the brick wall.
Alice Carter sat at the table with her whole family in a peace that had its own way of changing when no one was looking. She picked up a well-cooked bacon butty that her dad had made for her this morning, like a routine of doing so for his girls, who sat in brushed up and kind smile reached their faces. The only person with the frown of dispreading was their mum who folded her arms like a patron of a prison guard, spectrally eyeing Alice as she eaten her food quietly. Alice was petite with strong figure and her dark brown hair glowed like in the dark, a perturbed of a smile that you had expected to see on a model.
Montresor cannot even remember a day where he wasn’t in love with the piano. Since he was a young boy, he has shown exceptional talent in music, particularly the piano. Since then, Montresor has spent his life writing music and playing the piano for hours on end, each day, in his small, yet beautiful home. He writes his own music and is frequently hired to play at weddings, parties, and other celebrations. Montresor is a tall, kind faced man.