A family of three, a father, a daughter, and a son, lived in a quaint little cabin shrouded in the thick foliage miles away from civilization. It was a late afternoon. A cool breeze swept over the silent, wooded neighborhood. The two siblings were home alone left to tend their studies. Both children were in the bedroom. The brother was gazing out the window, watching the sky. He was assigned to do an essay over a week ago, and has been procrastinating since. The sister had finished all her assignments and was already reviewing next week’s test. She realized that her brother had been distracted. “Hey, daydreamer, what are you up to?” She said as she sat down her review sheet. “I’m stumped with this essay. It has to be about a memorable experience,” he sighed “I can’t come up with anything.” …show more content…
I was hoping that something awesome would happen before the essay is due.” “We’ve been to several neat places such as Washington DC and San Francisco to see the Golden Gate Bridge.” “I feel like at least everyone has already done that.” Suddenly, there was a whoosh that rumbled the cabin. They peeked outside their window and saw a large, glimmering disk shoot by. Then, with a muffled crash; it plummeted into the depth of the forest. The brother finally knew what his essay was going to be about. The sister turned to her brother who stumbled to his bed to retrieve his sweater. “You don’t think that was a…” she fell silent as her brother nodded at her. “I’m sure it was exactly that.” “You better not be going after that
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“Then as the moving air stilled completely, the curtains swinging back from the wall to hang free again, he saw the yellow sheet drop to the window ledge and slide over out of sight” (17). At this moment the author has Tom have confidence that he will go and get his paper and be right back. “In the back of his mind he knew he’d better hurry and get this over with before he thought too much, and at the window he didn’t allow himself to hesitate” (17). At this time Tom is wishing he went with his wife and now is starting to realize what he really has in
Discuss an accomplishment, event, or realization that sparked a period of personal growth and a new understanding of yourself or others. Have you ever experienced this kind of dream before-falling through the air and waking up before hitting the ground? Well I experienced a metaphorical version of this dream. However, I did undergo a physical experience of flying, technically falling, and making a graceful landing on freshly mown grass. Little did I know that a few seconds of plummet would have a life-altering impact.
My writing of these incidents in this location, time, language, and manner, are solely credited to my family’s life-changing decision to travel to the unfamiliar land of America. This unforgettable experience signifies the detachment from my closest and most loved family, which I yearn to be with to this day. However, I can only remind myself that, perhaps, I am a better individual as a result of my journey across the globe, and that everything which occurs in life occurs for a
She grabbed her favorite backpack, then started packing her life essentials. She didn’t want her parents to know where she was going or what she was going to do, because she knew her parents would stop her if she told the truth and Ella never lied. She put her backpack on and looked at herself in the mirror. “I can do this,” she whispered to herself. She climbed out of her bedroom window and ran straight for the woods.
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I whispered another goodbye, grabbed my backpack, and prepared for the hardest one. The time on my watch was 4:03; an hour before my parents would pick me up. An hour wasn 't enough time, but I knew I wouldn 't get more. I walked out the back door of the school, an old fire escape with the alarm disabled, and went straight into the woods. Trees and ferns and birds and life grew up around me, nature in full force with it’s bright greens and rich browns and undeniable force of life, but I didn 't focus on any of it.
Raphael knew the home world of the snorpians did not connect directly to this universe, he'd been to all the universes that bordered Morpheus through Elmer's portal and had set up his own portals on the other side, in none of them had he found a trace of the snorpians, at first. After an extensive interview with Gwladys, he concluded that there were snorpians on Earth and it was logical to assume that they had come to Morpheus via the home world of the humans. He dug deeper, looked in the history of Angaros Smith, who had vanished from sight shortly after reporting the rape of his sister. His sister too had gone missing for nearly six months, but she had resurfaced. He searched every data bank he could get access to, if the snorpians were indeed
David Foster Wallace’s essay “A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again” draws on an disillusionment to the American Dream. The essay is truly captivated by Wallace’s sarcastic humor,the themes of death and despair, and the reflection of individual comparison. All in which ties into the idea of the disappointment of the American Dream. The essay illustrates Wallace’s seven night luxury Caribbean cruise.
that Melanie drank the rest of the water ceasing her strong thirst as the water rolled down her parched throat, and keeping the fire burning to scare away predators she cuddled up in the shelter for a long awaited sleep. *** Melanie awoke to the signing of birds and the ache in her leg. Her stomach growled reminding Melanie that she hasn’t ate anything since yesterday breakfast. She sat up and inspecting her cut, and saw that the bleeding had stopped and the gash looked better then yesterday.
The parents had gone on what they called a vacation. They said they wouldn’t be back for a while. They had left Shouta in charge of his little siblings. Now nine months later and they still hadn’t come home. They tried to call their parents but no reply after a few months they all gave up hope.
At the end of that first week, I left class liberating a breath I didn’t realize I was holding in. Suddenly, I was no longer anxious. My classmates had taught me what true courage was in their reason for being at the community college. Despite the death of a husband, despite raising
and I go to the park while your father handles what's going on,” Mrs. Smith said with distress, “let's get out of the house.” Justin agreed just to change the subject. Once they were out of the house Justin was scared to even talk. He was so confused he didn't know if he should tell his mother. He was so concentrated on his thoughts he didn't hear his mother ask him the simple question, “What happened
She was talking with a smile. Her hands remained cradled between his. He could smell her laughter, her joy, her dreams and that opened the door to memory; to pain. He recalled a kite in the sky and a small boy jumping, trying to reach it. And the stories he read at night to that child.
Life-changing events does not have to be too tragic or too jovial; even events that we regard as trivial or insignificant can be life changing for other people. The interesting fact is each and everyone has different response towards these events; some might react positively towards a negative event, while some might react negatively towards a positive event. The best exemplary to showcase this issue is Charley Benetto, the main character in Mitch Albom’s For One More Day.
It was the largest sense of accomplishment I had ever felt. I learned to dedicate myself to something that I now use every day to achieve my goals and feel great about them. Every time I tackle a project or research presentation, I give it my all. The circumstances had been the dreadful, my good friend Jacob’s arm had been slightly burnt by the lightning strike, but through the storm the danger and the thrill of accomplishment, everyone in our group had one of the most fun day of their life. And we all say it was because we worked so exasperatingly hard for