Bar Midwest - Original Writing

Waking up before the rising sun on the morning of the hunt left me feeling groggy with my eyes slow to open and close when blinking. Being extra quiet to not wake up my mother was a main challenge, trying to tippy toe around the cabin and dodging the creaky spots in the floor. Prior to eating breakfast, I began getting dressed. Due to the fact that I was in northern Minnesota, the weather was bone chilling and the wind would seep right through your layers onto your unexpecting skin. Once I had put on my long johns, sweatpants, and long sleeve shirt with a tee shirt on top I began to make my breakfast. I had decided to have scrambled eggs that were cooked to perfection with the yolk golden mixed in with the pure snow white egg white and flakes of pepper sprinkled throughout and toast with butter melted onto the crunchy outside making it soft with homemade strawberry jam spread thick on top.

“The bunk house was a long, rectangular building. Inside, the walls were whitewashed and the floor unpainted. In three walls there were small, square windows, and in the fourth, a solid door with a wooden latch. Against the walls were eight bunks, five of them made up with blankets and the other three showing their burlap ticking. Over each bunk there was nailed an apple box with the opening forward so that it made two shelves for the personal belongings of the occupant of the bunk.”

The authors aims were to educate the reader upon the history of the Dome and to show how it was built, why it was an amazing feat, and why Filippo was an ingenious architecture. King achieved his aims very well. Through out the book, he expressed the importance of Filippo and everything that he did. King tells about how Filippo built and designed the Dome. He supported the claim that Filippo was before his time, and that no one could duplicate his work; “A proud Florentine, Michelangelo claimed that he could equal it, Filippo’s dome but never surprises it. In fact, he did not even equal it…” (Page 163)

问题 24 0.8 分 Using the photo below for reference, why is Half Dome shaped like a dome?

decoration of the Dome of the Rock, however, is the mosaic work.” 2 Once inside, the rock that

In the 20th century, the average home life in rural Oklahoma was full of hard workers in the pursuit of the picture-perfect home surrounded by plentiful land. As the sun rises over the land in the morning with a red hue, it signals the commencement of the day ahead. The farmer has already been awake since before the sun broke the horizon, preparing his little equipment and his animals for his land’s work. The farmer’s wife is in the kitchen, cooking her husband a warm breakfast as a sign of her gratitude. Their children wake, running into the kitchen, bellies growling. After gobbling up the breakfast, they run outside to play and do chores of their own. The rest of the farmer’s wife’s day is spent cleaning, cooking, and looking after the

Brunelleschi's Dome is not only a worthy contribution to the Renaissance but it was a contribution to the world of art. His creation added an impression of intensity and proportion, which made people feel one with the painting itself. There was a clear contrast that reveals the advancements of the artwork since the Middle

This ruin is believed to be one of the Chavìn people. This discovery was made with the background knowledge of the other very detailed artifacts much like this within the same area. A few characteristics would be the animals and people lining the bottom of the base and also how the top has two channels before

A homemade table took up at least an 8x4 ft section to the right of the front door. The kitchen was to the left and the sitting area split the two areas in half. She assumed it was because the large fireplace was in the middle of the room and the loft was above. The chimney went up through the middle of the loft area; she thought it was built that way to warm the loft…

After two long hours of traveling with nothing to look at but the passing trees, we finally arrived at the farm. As we piled out of the car, I looked at the dirt road we came in on and turned to the house. It was one story and had a red tin roof, surrounded by a large grassy field and then woods beyond that. Twirling around, I walked into the house and plopped onto the closes bed. As everyone else unpacked, I locked myself in the room like a petulant child.

“…soon we had a vegie garden and chickens. The garage was divided into three rooms, one the lounge, then the kitchen, and a little room with just enough room for two beds for the kids. No running water, we had to get that from a pump just a couple of km away. No proper toilet, just a bucket, no bathroom, a babybath was all we

All those who believe in alien life must have thought about the kind of homes the extra-terrestrial beings live in and it looks like they prefer dome like structures. At least this is what NASA photos and UFO hunters would like us to believe.

"In the case of the Dome of the Rock, the symbolism of its Quranic forms echoes the significance of the Temple Mount as the site of the Temple of Solomon. It is the culmination of the revelations of Moses and Jesus in the restoration of the primordial Abrahamic unity which is Islam…the calligraphic inscriptions recall the relationship between Jerusalem and Jesus, and the apocalypse to come."

Inside the small house it was pitch black and completely silent. So dark, in fact, that one could not see their own hand in front of their face. The deeper into the house, the darker it became. Now into the family room and up the stairs.A distinct sound of scratching emanated from the door at the end of the hall. Inside, the room seemed to belong to a young girl, but only because the little girl nestled in bed deemed it so.

The audacious elf strode near the front doors that were still left ajar. Jessime fixed his hands on the vast, lumbering oak door and pressed it open, the door emitted a slow low moan. The elf boy advanced into the single stone room until he reached the middle. He glanced around, before him laid a stone platform. The elf stepped upon it and drew closer to a smooth rock table that sat above the concrete foundation that he stood on. Atop the lackluster table it supported several unlit wax candles. Ahead the masonry surface was a round stain glass window. Behind him was the exit aside from the break in the wall to the right of him. Timber benches lined up in rows between him and the wooden doors. The lonely room had sand blown in by the wind that piled up in the furthest corners while cobwebs occupied the