2.03 Peer Review Discussion: Short Story “Sky, you have to pay attention, your losing focus!” Ezekiel shouts at me. “I never lose focus with you brother, you are too sneaky”, I snip back. As we circle each other with our wooden practice swords I take a second to look at my eldest brother. Some people in our village think we are twins because of our piercing blue eyes and our dark curly hair. My brother moves in for a blow to my ribs but I have become quicker than him in my last few months of training and I block him and come at him with my own blow and remove his sword from his hands. He laughs and knows he has lost the fight now so he holds up his hands and pick up his sword. “I never thought you would become this good. Sister, I think you are …show more content…
When I get off my horse Troy introduces me to his friend that has eyes that remind me of lightning flashing in a dark sky. “Hello,” He says in a voice in a voice that is both deep and as sweet as honey. “Hi,” I try to keep my voice deep but I know I sound more like a little boy with a stutter. “My name is Rowan,” He says to me and outstretches his hand. “Skylar,” I reply with my head down because when I look into his eyes I feel like every secret I have ever told he can see through. Once we get the horses in Rowans stable and get them brushed off and fed we head inside. Rowan offers us food and drinks but I give my apologies and ask where I am supposed to sleep. When he shows me where I am to sleep I bid him goodnight and fall into a deep slumber that I have missed greatly and will come to miss in the near future. The next day when I drag myself off my cot even when my bones protest. I dress quickly and head off to the stables. “Where are you going?” Troy asks from the
A new voice came from behind but it sounded familiar but I just couldn't find the face to match before he uttered the next words.
"Uh...can I talk to you?" A voice you didn't expect to hear made itself present.
Night passes on and our heavy eyes slowly close as we drift into a sound sleep. Sooner than I expect, I woke up to the soft sounds of footsteps around; carefully navigating across the mounds of pillows. I roll over and look at the bare ankle walking beside me, with the friendship anklet tied around it. Sarah is probably going to the bathroom, I
"Hey," his raspy voice says. Luna is taken back by the low instensity of his voice. She stumbles back further. "Uh, hi," she nervously mumbles.
Of particular interest to me was the complicated nature of categorizing and defining self-forgiveness. What seemed to be a simple concept is, in fact, layered with multiple levels of complex considerations that must be addressed in order to properly define and diagram self-forgiveness.
“I, I,” I said breathing in and out heavily, “I want to talk to you.”
He opens his eyes to a charming man. “Lovely to make your acquaintance, Miro. You’re mine to protect,
“Every time I’m in the arena all my troubles go away. The only thing that matters is the horse.” –Unknown
“Compare/contrast Faulkner’s ‘Dry September’ with ‘A rose for Emily’ in terms of writing style and character presentation.”
After a few weeks I returned to horseback riding; after a year I returned to redeem myself at the same show. As fate would have it, I drew the same horse from the previous year. Flashbacks of the accident raced through my mind as my coach broke the bad news. I immediately ran to Claire, tears welling up in my eyes.
Clearing her throat, Skylar didn't want to stare for too long. It's rude to stare at others, and she shouldn't judge him by looks alone. For all she knew, he could have been the friendliest monster in the Underground. Well, that was a hard competition to beat when you throw in Asgore, Toriel, Papyrus, and plenty of other monsters into the mix. "U-Um... H-hi... I'm Skylar." She smiled, her lips twitching a bit. "U-um... What's y-your
“Hi,” A high voice calls from behind me. I twist around to see who it could be. A small boy in a wheelchair is looking up at me with a smile that could light up a city.
"Sir! I-I'm sorry... I-I didn't m-mean to s-startle... I... I... I n-need to t-talk to you!" he stuttered.
This peer review storys is about how wetlands are getting affected by people there they dont say which wetlands but i think its all over the world.People dont care about anything that is why we are polluting stuff and just throwing stuff out and not recycling all people care about is money But money is really important they do what they want if the had alot of money and power for example the president ,the courts system and many businessmen are rich but most of the rich people dont care about the environment that they live in or even care to recycle or reuse stuff and people with a little people do what they can to help well most of them do care but some are immature and dont care about the things they kill.Some animals are getting killed
I stutter again and then in a loud voice I say “Uh...Yeah sure and my name is Sakurio!” Well damn it, this is awkward.