At least I can leave the building now. I walked back to the table with Cody 's unfinished masterpiece, picked it up, and left the room. As I took a step into the hallway, I was immediately intercepted by a group of football savages. I tumbled to the ground, taking the blob and Cody Manson 's masterpiece with me.
She impulsive ran into the alley trying to remember the skills she learned. Grabbing the barrel of the gun and punching the man in the throat she finally got a good look at his face, and to her surprise it was her uncle. His eye contact was blazing almost as if a fire had been set in his soul. Aria quickly turned to look a the boy behind her. A feeling of pure disgust rang through her as she realized what she just saw, she spun around and a single thunderous gunshot could be
I 'm in so much pain, I thought to myself with fear that I was severely injured. “Right King Strong, Base right on one-on-one! Ready Break!” The quarterback says with confidence. I push through the agony as I get to the line of scrimmage and get back into a stance.
Charged, magnetic, her eyes flashed over the office, looking and judging all in one go. I followed her gaze; the takeout cartons from Jack Wang’s place down the street, a few empty bottles, and a filing cabinet held together with duct tape and prayer. This place was beneath her and it showed in every liquid step she took. She was a redhead to make a priest kick a hole in a stained glass window.
Gettysburg Speech In 2000 at Gettysburg, Coach Herman Boone presented his football team with a heartwarming, pathos speech about a historical war event to cause his players to fathom the importance of acting as a team. Coach Boone’s Gettysburg speech was a mesmeric allusion to President Lincoln’s famous dedication, and provoked a comparison between one of the hardest fought battles of the civil war and the need for teamwork. His morning practice speech is meant to inspire by arousing images, to appeal to their emotions, on the consecrated field of one of the most difficult times in American History. “Anybody know what this place is?”
My eyes suddenly protruded outwards as they locked onto a wide metal door – with rust covering its burnished doorknob. I assumed that this must’ve been the room for the servants. I reached for the corroded doorknob, only to tragically realise that it wasn’t turning. I felt the vigorous blood being pumped into my brain, as my veins struggled to remain intact.
I turned away from this driveway though a giant white colored dilapidated gate emitting a strange black aura appeared behind me and blocks my only way out. I desperately just want to leave so I had intentions of hopping the fence though the gate slammed itself open releasing a fury of wind which nearly knocks me back as I threw my arms in front of my face as if I could block this immense force. As soon as the wind ceased I found myself imbibed in that dark aura and within a matter of seconds it had consumed me whole as I reached toward the sky hoping I could cling on to something to break free from it all… then I heard a painfully familiar voice speak to
In a dull natural hollow, a percolating cauldron murmurs and spits, and the three witches all of a sudden seem in front of an audience. They circle the cauldron, droning spells and adding strange fixings to their stew—"eye of newt and toe of frog,/Wool of bat and tongue of canine" (4.1.14–15). Hecate appears and compliments the witches on their work. One of the witches then serenades: "By the pricking of my thumbs,/Something evil along these lines comes" (4.1.61–62). In satisfaction of the witch 's expectation, Macbeth enters.
No amount of practice could’ve prepared me for this. A sense of failure weighed down my heart. Breathe. Timidly, I placed my trembling fingers back on the strings, and for the second time, I dragged the bow downwards.
He jumped right in front of me and saved me from a very angry grandmother. He took me out in the hall and asked me if I wanted to play a game. I of course said yes and followed him down to the basement. That night we created a game called 'Dodge ball mix of Hide'N'Seek.' It it wasn't for his fun personality and his
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I stepped out of the black, imposing vehicle and into the freezing wind. I shivered as it cut through my thick jacket like knives. As the car pulled away and began to disappear, I began my trek towards the building in which I would begin my mission: the insane asylum. No one knew what went on in there, not even the government, which was why they sent me to find out. It was a rather mysterious place, where the air was cold, no light ever shone from the few windows placed on the building, all was silent, and you always felt as if you were being watched.