Quickly, I took off my shoes, shirt, and jeans and dived into the water. The water was cold as ice. I try to look around for Finch but couldn’t find him. Desperately trying to find him, I took another deep breath and dived into the frigid water. As I searched around, I saw a body.
Legends have surfaced in hundreds of cultures throughout the world that tell of a huge, catastrophic flood that destroyed most of mankind, and that was survived by only a few individuals and animals. There are at least 500 flood myths reported from different nations with different cultures such as, China, Babylon, Mexico, and the list goes on. Although the vast number of such legends is surprising, the similarity between much of the content is amazing. The Genesis Flood story is one tale in the worldwide collection which is the most widespread and it is commonly compared with the flood of Gilgamesh. In spite of the fact that the Gilgamesh epic and the Genesis flood story show significant differences in details due to cultural distinctions,
"All the world 's a stage. " I didn 't anticipate 600 feverish eyes staring back at me. Panic arose among my fellow actors, as the hope of escape became grimmer by the second. We had two option: climb or die. Up the set, I go, grabbing a crowbar on the way.
There it was, the creaky staircase of the abandoned Delta Mental Asylum. I have no idea why I thought this was a good idea. I’m getting chills and it’s the middle of summer. At least I’m not alone my sister, Aubrey, is with me. We were just about to go up the stairs when I thought I heard giggles, but Aubrey said I was just being paranoid.
Truth be told I learned the following things four summers ago; one: it 's possible to rock plastic, yellow sunglasses; two: don’t have a fifteen year old pierce your ears just because she “saw it in the parent trap”; three: Ian Gordon is not, in no way or ever will be, gay. Rumors spread like wildfire through bunk G9 at Chestnut Lake Camp the summer of 2010. The hottest new piece of gossip?
As I lied on the ground in my backyard, I looked at the hawk flying above this Southern California neighborhood, located in the foothills west of the beach. If I was that bird, I could see almost everything I need to live. I could see Lake Poway, a squirrel at the base of the sycamore. If I was that bird I could see the California White Butterfly, resting on the goldenrod. Unlike me the hawk had everything it needed to live, but I needed respect.
The Bobcat jumped on top of the side wall and leaped into the yard. While walking along, and under Cole’s office window, something caught his attention. I’m guessing it was a Round Tailed ground squirrel. After peering into a hole, he sat next to the boulder and looked around. Then something else caught his attention, he sank low to the ground again as he did in the first photo -- instead of crawling a few steps, this time he ran in this crouched position.
Once upon a time, there lived a king and queen in a beautiful palace, and in a beautiful kingdom. One day they decided… “Um hello over here. Hi I am the 13th wise women or you can call me Shara.” “I know you came here to read about Little Brier Rose, but I want to tell you my side of the story.” “Hey don’t boo me; I can turn you into something worse than a frog.”
Once upon a time, my mom asked me to go on a walk with her. Of course, being the good son that I am I replied with, “Yes, mother. I would be glad to go on a walk with you.” We then proceeded to go to the garage because I had wanted to ride my bike as my mom was walking.
When I reached America, I started to remember my childhood. I was the youngest of 4 children. I had a sister and two brothers. We were all crammed into a small hut. We all slept on one blanket on the floors made of cow poop.