Jake, a chocolate lab, examines the oriental rugs upon the floor with his head down as he patrols the entire ground floor. As he enters a room he is not usually permitted in, his ears perk up, his tail wags and he begins to leer around. He peers his head up onto the couch searching, and locates his prey. Enveloped in a sheath of plaid flannel blankets a person lay out cold, fully elongated upon the cushions covering the entirety. Jake’s muscles contract as he struggles to lift his oversized body atop the couch. His careful paws with long nails carry him bit by bit until he reaches just atop the lower legs of the person, and plops down, releasing all of his weight at once. Out of the covers, a man yells, “JAKE!” Jake’s head recoils as the
After leaving Mr.Leroy behind for having a possible heart attack I commenced my journey with a goal of liberating Mr. Leroyś family from slavery. I had to think long and hard about how I was going to get nourishment as well as where I was going to sleep when night approached. It was a very chilly evening and, the sky looked exceedingly dreary as I rode Flap-Jack down the dusty road. It had been about 3 hours since I started riding. Then all of a sudden I heard a loud boom. I muttered under my breath, looks like storms coming our way boy better find someplace where we can stay the night. At that instant, I yanked on the rein that was connected to Flap-Jack’s mouth and turned us both around so that we were heading towards the woods.
What was Charlie’s style? The classic L.A. type What story was Dreama part of? The Miles McCoy story What was Dreama’s major problem?
Since beginning of times, humans need to make choices on a daily basis. Sometimes it goes for the best, however, it goes also for the worst. In the short story “The Persian Carpet”, the author Hanan al-Shaykh suggests that by making selfish choices, one’s relationship with important people in its life can be seriously damaged. In the short story, the narrator, which is the protagonist, suffers from self doubt as she gains a new perspective on her mother, the antagonist, as she finds out the latter has been lying to her for several months about the
A Persian Rug in Manhattan has timeless appeal. Some of the floor coverings are considered masterpieces of craft work, with intricate patterns and an astonishing array of colors. They are known for complex designs with visual impact ranging from serene to powerful. The skill, technique and talent of those who have created these carpets is the subject of ongoing study in historical and other research circles.
Underneath the blanket, the puppy's butt and its tail was facing him. Its face was facing the other direction, whining. It sniffs, before going back into the blanket. This time, its face was facing Casey, with its tail wagging furiously in the other direction.
He knew he couldn’t back out now so he went inside. Inside did not look like what he expected. Everything was white, the walls, floors, couches, etc. He noticed that there were no stairs nor windows. Anonymous looked down and saw 10 puppies standing by his feet. 10 cute, little, light brown golden retrievers. Their big, innocent eyes
Jonas woke up covered head to toe in the softest blanket he had ever felt. As he became aware of his surroundings he heard the sound of a man and a woman
The country girl watched the young man by the name of Alfred Burton III skid across its slick deck within arm’s reach. She grabbed onto his jacket’s collar, almost losing her grip on the rope. She pulled him against her, yelled in the
Ray Bradbury, one of the best science fiction writers, writes his papers pertaining to his life experiences, and the people around him. Through his life experiences, they provided a great influence in all of his writings, especially his biggest, “The Pedestrian.” Throughout Bradbury’s life, his writings were influenced by the experiences and the rise of technology.
Big and fluffy, my furry friends long legs stand up to go outside. When let him out he prances to his toys and looks at me with his coffee colored eyes. Waiting for me to chase him, Arany’s long tail wags rapidly in the air. Chasing him I see his light golden ears flop around on his big head. Stopping to rest Arany sniffs my hands with his wet nose he sees that I have treats. Opening my hands I give him a treat and we go inside.
In the 13th and 14th centuries in northwestern Iran, a style of decorative arts emerged under the rule of the Ilkhanid Dynasty- a branch of the Mongol Dynasty led by Hulegu or “Il Khan.” (metmuseum.org) The artistic traditions of the Mongols quickly assimilated into the Islamic lands as a result of the cross fertilization of trade amongst craftsmen and artists along trade routes, thus breeding the production of a new style of decorative art that combined Eastern Asian motifs with Western Asian colors and pattern work. Islamic art styles expanded during the rule of the Ilkhanid Dynasty, and included objects ranging from ceramics, textiles, jewelry and manuscripts. The intricate bowl presently exhibited at the Asian Art Museum in San Francisco, CA, was produced in approximately 1275-1400 in the Kashan region of Iran, and inhabits the cross-cultural style that flourished during the Ilkhanid period. It measures 4 inches in diameter by 8 inches in height, and most likely functioned as a decorative art object for display purposes and not as a utilitarian item for every day use. (asianart.org) The demure and dainty bowl is visually powerful
Persian rugs have been a coveted and prized floor covering for ages. Authentic Persian rugs are usually quite expensive and are made from natural materials such as wool or silk. While rugs are rarely handmade anymore, older Persian rugs that were made by hand can cost thousands of dollars.
The human, who Riley often heard being called ‘the trainer’, took something out of her pocket. Wait...what was that? What was that amazing smell! Meat! Delicious meat! The trainer held the treat out in front of her, waving it so that the aroma drifted over into his sensitive dog nostrils and called Riley again. This time, he managed to waddle forward awkwardly. He wanted that yummy meat-stuff!
In college culture, drinking laws are thrown out the door, and replaced with the hurriedness of adult situations, that a student may take advantage of. Journalists Emma Brown, Steve Hendrix, and Susan Svrluga of The Washington Post find that, in a student poll, “...dozens of students who responded in the poll...had experienced unwanted sexual contact while in college, most said they had been drinking before the incident.”2 Alcohol is truly a vice to the college student; often loosening one up, but “blurring the lines” between consent and rape. The “Yes Means Yes” law takes away the ambivalence of what is or is not consent; if they are not sober enough to willingly agree, they simply do not consent. This takes away the idea of someone continuing an unwanted sexual act, simply because the partner does not protest. In an interview with student victims of sexual assault, “Some said they had been too drunk to know or articulate what they wanted and what they didn’t want...”.3 To avoid miscommunications in inevitable college drinking situations, it is easiest to take all interpretations away from consent, and have there only be one single keyword, that is understood by all. Although indeed precarious circumstances, the victim should never have to be blamed and burdened with an attacker’s malicious
"I'll race you up!" Johnny screeched, heading for the only good ladder. This forced me to dash in the opposite direction to the makeshift ladder consisting only of wooden two-by-fours nailed to the wall. I climbed as quickly as I could, stubbing my toes and feeling splinters bite into my palms in the process, always careful to avoid the open wiring where I'd seen a multitude of birds land and be instantly barbecued. Reaching the top of the loft, I teetered across the loose board nestled across the levels of cement floor ten or twelve feet below, leapt across the hole in the floorboards where Eddie used to drop kittens, "Just to see if they'd really land feet first every time," cautiously avoided stepping on the rusty nail my sister, Paula, had once rammed through her foot, and reached to pull John up the last rung of his ladder into the loft.