MAURA: This was my first job. I was obviously nervous. My hands were cold, yet sweaty. It was cold in this old town, and I made sure to wear my dirty wool coat. I glanced at a small slip of paper in my hand. Who were they? What did they do that was so awful? I tried to clear my thoughts. If I wanted to stay in this line of work, I needed to stay calm and not think. The sky was beginning to darken as Robert Holt walked down the narrow streets. He wrapped his thin corduroy jacket around him as he made his way down the crowded streets. Icy gray slush crunched underneath his feet. Grasping his briefcase tightly, he hummed the tune of a hamburger commercial. Feeling content as he turned the corner to his apartment building, he could see the dim yellow lights of the streetlamps glowing warmly around him. Everything seemed right. An icy wind nipped at his nose, and he hurried inside the building. “Floor four, apartment thirteen,” he muttered quietly to himself. As he climbed the steep, unfamiliar stairs, he smelled the welcoming aroma of freshly baked biscuits. The soles of his …show more content…
Setting down his briefcase on the shiny wooden floor, he looked around his tiny apartment. He had intended to set up all his furniture by Sunday night, but only a small wooden table, a chair, and his refrigerator (courtesy of the moving company) were visible in the front area of his apartment. Stepping over numerous boxes, he made his way into his bedroom, where only an uncovered mattress lay on the ground. As Robert kicked off his shoes, he flopped down onto the mattress. Ever since he had moved to Greensville two days ago, he was eager to walk to a local bar for dinner. However, the streets were cold, and he was getting tired. A sharp pain began to tug at the back of his head. He had a throbbing headache. Maybe he could go in the afternoon for lunch tomorrow. Digging through a box, he found a butter knife and a glass
The dank room was dimly lit with the flickering lights of the street which could be seen beyond the cracked window. The man whistled his favorite tune. He rested his chin on his rough hand. Memories of his lonely childhood replayed in the back of his mind.
It was late in the evening when they first arrived. The beautiful shining moon was contrasted elegantly by the almost obsidian sky, a sky which seemed to hold so many mysteries from ignorant observers such as himself. It was a warm night, with little to no breeze, yet, everyone within the surrounding area property was stricken with goosebumps. Their arrival was signaled by shouting, and a large magnitude of gunfire. From his position in his quarters, he was able to observe the manor being ransacked by the men in blue.
Simon says The last key turned in the deadbolt with a loud click that resounded through the tenement hallway. She inhaled the mix of aromas, Thai, curry and the odd scent of sauerkraut assaulted her nose. She shook her head to dissipate the foul scents that if served on their own might be quite savory. Her shoulder shoved the heavy door open as the grocery bag in her hands began tilting to the point of almost spilling on the floor.
Lloyd Looked down at his half eaten sandwich, he would enjoy a proper meal tomorrow, ‘deal’. Hesitantly, Lloyd stands up and makes his way over to their back garden, an easy enough task seeing as all the gardens in the neighbourhood were interconnected. The back door was
A thin arm reached out of the passenger-side window and tossed the Sunday edition of the Tangerine Times on the driveway. It was oversized and heavy, and double-wrapped in a plastic bag.” This makes me think that he was bored while he was waiting for the paper. He waited a day for the paper, because of the article he knew was going to be in the paper. He had been waiting for so long that he gives us all the details of how it got delivered.
It was a hot sunny day in the old Ray Valley. The roads were active that day, and so were the railroads. I stood on the baking, concrete platform; looking at my train ticket. I was deciding which train I would take. Before making a final decision, I checked my bag.
It is 7:56 PM, I step out the bus, hopping over a mysterious liquid on the sidewalk. Speed walking my way home on the torn up gravel sidewalk. I walk by a group of fellow residents of my neighborhood. Questions immediately surface to the front of my mind, with apprehension: “Did I stare for too long?” “Does my walk look too flamboyant?”
Yuki said to herself as she and her family dropped their few possessions onto the floor of their new home. Yuki looked around. The apartment was small, cramped and uncomfortable. She felt confined in her new home. She couldn’t even grasp the concept that this might be her new permanent home.
One dreary waking on a September morning Michael Corvin began his routine as every other morning. During the morning time he: brushed his teeth, took a shower, combed his hair, and lastly ate his breakfast before he left home. His mother Nancy often worried about him because ever since his elementary years he’s been picked on and betrayed by his former “best friend”. The thought of seeing her son come home crying again due to bullying would break her heart, the more he cries in despair the more distraught she becomes. Michael didn’t think too much of it because the more that he thought about the more depressed he became while having such sinister thoughts; to prevent these heinous actions he simply clears his mind and moves on from the situation.
[It is morning and the sky that shows through the old windows of the building is a peaceful hazy blue-dark. Daylight sunshine shows in the distance. The outside world, unmistakable to the eyes from the old windows is of a cool winter. The lights hanging in the inside of the building projects a dull puncturing yellow and throws shadows onto the dividers giving a clean, shocking feeling. Every room looks like a jail cell.
Many people go on Mission trips to help other communities that are in need, but some go for the many friendships and experiences that last a lifetime. I went on Mission Trip 2015 to Eagle Butte, South Dakota for both reasons. I had always remember day three of Mission Trip 2015 because I helped the Cheyenne River community, made friends with people from around the state, and renewed old friendships with people from my own school. It was barely eight o’clock in the morning when we shuffled into the city hall building, eyes still filled with sleep. We were there to discover what our work project was for the day.
At the news-stand she bought a copy of ‘Town Tattle’ and a moving-picture magazine and, in the station drug store, some cold cream and a small flask of perfume. Upstairs, in the solemn echoing drive she let four taxi cabs drive away before she selected a new one, lavender-colored with grey upholstery, and in this we slid out from the mass of the station into the glowing sunshine. But immediately she turned sharply from the
He rested upon the dumpster while the unbearable smell outrageously and unbearably came across his nose. Hours later, the hungry and soaking wet dog drifted into a faint sleep. Rufus awoke to gleaming lights burning his eyes as he heard a loud screech of a van coming to a halt in the dark alley. The van
As I approach the house, I smell the old musty smell of the house. When I step on the front steps of the house, I hear a creak from underneath the floorboards. With every step, it seems like the creaking gets louder. I rap my hands around the dusty door handle and slowly pull open the unlocked door. The inside looks like what you’d expect.
Margaret eventually sold her bakery. She had forgotten all of her recipes. She had become too weak to go to work every day. She would spend her days sitting at the kitchen counter, staring off. As she would stare, she would look for somewhere.