A Short Story : A Story?

It was a clear sunny day from the look of outside my window. I was relaxing with my seat reclined back, enjoying a nice bowl of french onion soup that was brought to me by the flight attendant. I felt tapping on my left shoulder. My brother Sam looked straight down at me with his smug face and it seemed like he knew something I didn’t.

The airport in Los Angeles was crawling with travelers, dragging their luggage and scurrying across the terminals like ants in a massive nest. Jackson, my nephew, had no idea that he was meeting in Los Angeles; he thought we would be meeting in Seattle, just as we usually did. I wondered if he would notice the palm trees and the stifling heat in the middle of December and know immediately. With these thoughts wandering my head, I sat impatiently by the terminal where his plane was supposed to land.

Reaching enlightenment can be equated with discovering a chest of treasure. After winding along a dotted path to an ever-elusive “X”, finally discovering valuable gains can feel more than satisfactory. But how does one begin the journey imprinted on the metaphorical treasure map to enlightenment? How does one procure the map in the first place? Plato’s Allegory of the Cave reveals that someone, a mentor, must be willing to press the yellowing parchment of the treasure map into the hands of the unassuming and complacent human, and whisper, “Go.”

Mining and processing activities could have commixing impacts on native environment and vegetation at Olympic Dam including air quality, groundwater, surface water and drainage, noise and vibration, terrestrial impacts and radiation etc. An underground mine implementing sublevel open stoping method with an integrated metallurgical processing plant are currently accommodated in the site. Owing to current prospects and demands, the underground mine could gradually be transformed to open pit (Kable Intelligence Limited, 2016).

It was a crisp and cool morning. There was a fresh layer of shimmering dew over the bright green grass. The air was refreshing when she breathed it in and stepped into the early morning air. There were birds singing in the trees, and she could feel the earth come to life when the bright sun rose from beyond the trees. This was a day of travel and adventure. She had packed her suitcase to the brim with a foray of multicolored clothes, and she was ready to begin her long trip. Knowing she might be late, she got in her smooth running navy blue Lexus and began her trip to the large and buzzing with life airport. She was excited, because to fly is one of the most exciting yet sobering experiences one could witness firsthand.

At baggage claim I grab my hot pink rolling suitcase with white flowers while Crystal and my parents get the rest of the baggage. The wind is whipping my hair around like an tent in a storm, we’re outside looking for my aunt Lizette to drive us to the 2 bedroom apartment my parents purchased us on Gibb street, about 2 hours later we arrive. I look around wide-eyed thinking how tiny the apartment looks but not mentioning it as not to sound ungrateful. “I know it's tiny but it's all we could afford I hear mom say I guess I had been making it obvious.

Used to the rude and impatient crowd in Chicago, my family and I anticipated to be at the airport for at least an hour, examining luggage after luggage until ours were found. It took us 15 minutes at most. Our next mission was to find a rental car agency. A few passengers from the flight realized we were a bit confused and that it was our first time in Arizona; one guided us over to a shuttle that would take us to an agency. After what felt like 5 minutes, the Jeep Wrangler rolled up, with my dad in the driver’s seat and a smirk on his face.

The tedious hours on the plane ended as I walked to the bus, which drove the passengers to the airport. The Australian warm currents of air hit me for the first time as if I had just opened up an oven to paradise with the scorching heat masking my face. This is the feeling I had forgotten existed since being back in London. I forced my mood to placate, as I was now no longer tightly squeezed- as if I was the unlucky middle matchstick in a pack- into the tormenting seats of the plane.

“Pack early Abika, and don't forget the family pictures!", my mom spoke in tears as I prepared to depart to America. It was something I couldn’t believe at that moment. I was about to leave my family, my dog and my old friends for a country that I’ve only witnessed through magazines and Home Alone movies. Nonetheless, when the time arrived, I bid my emotional farewells and stepped inside the Boeing 777.

“Who wouldn’t be excited to go to Hawaii,” I replied. It was still dark out, it would still be an hour before the sun would start to rise. I looked to my sister who was sound asleep next to me. Twenty minutes later we arrived at the airport. We parked

Leaving from Norfolk, we piled all our things onto a bus and headed for the Omaha airport. It was ridiculously early in the morning, but we were all excited about our trip. Normally, when we get on a bus to go somewhere, we always go right back to sleep, but it was different this time. We were all wide awake. Two hours later, we arrived at the airport. Each one of us was anxious as ever to get on the plane and land in Florida, but we still had to go through security and wait for our flight. It was not too long before they started boarding our plane. We were one step closer, officially on our way.

“Maybe we could go sightseeing or ziplining through the woods!” I exclaimed. Just from that alone, my face lit up even more and a big smile was on my face. Soon after that though, I felt like a kid that was grounded. I think my excitement had overridden my boredom because my eyes would close, then a bolt of energy, or excitement, surged through my body, keeping me awake. The honks of the cars kept me awake as well. I love California for the waves and the beaches, but the traffic and the busy streets are what get me. After the long hour, we finally found a spot where we can park our rental. Then, we checked in through security and boarded the plane. The service people were one of the nicest people in the world. Since I

However not only arriving 20 minutes late, but he saw that everyone on the team was already there waiting. He and his team are going to fly in the jet because the game was in Canada and if they all drove in the bus it would be an eight hour drive instead of a one to two hour flight. “Where have you been,” they all roared at him as he hopped out of there car. As he and his team loaded all of his teams equipment and overnight bags

In a world of consumerism, children represent a giant portion of an important demographic to marketers because of their purchasing power. They greatly influence their parents buying decisions and are the consumers of the future. Since children have this advantage, advertisers know that they should be a main target. Advertising was created to influence the creation of the consumer. This method became a revolutionary development. The advertisers’ goal was to cater to the consumers’ wants and desires. Although the advertisers used what they knew from the consumer to shape their wants to create in commodities. Marketers and advertisers use several tactics such as promotion, positioning, brand voice, demographic segmentation, narrowcasting,

We left and drove thirty minutes, practically bouncing in our seats with excitement. When we finally arrived, Thomas parked the car, we unloaded our 50 pound bags, practically ran through security, and barely caught our flight. The next eight hours consisted of eating overly salted peanuts, reading the skymall magazines, and falling asleep after 30 minutes.