Under the rising sun in Grant Park, I bent down into a calf stretch, reminding me once again I’d forgotten to put underwear on. I’d gotten to bed just a few hours earlier after spending a night out with Mia at a new club, Z’s, only to wake up after falling from my bed onto the floor, terror seizing my breath while blood rushed through my ears and my heart galloped out of my chest. It’d taken a few heart-stopping minutes to realize it’d only been a nightmare. I couldn’t remember much other than the primal fear of being chased by a beast with a desire to rip out my throat as I screamed for my life, and then relief at being saved by a man in black. It’d left me unsettled enough I couldn’t go back to sleep, so here I was. At six in the morning. Apparently trying to run off my dream. I stretched my other leg, again reminding me of my wanton state. Maybe it’ll make my run more exciting. With Buckingham Fountain as my starting point, I jogged at a slow pace with the skyscrapers of Chicago a backdrop behind the trees. Already the heat rose up from the ground, though it wasn’t muggy, not yet. As I rounded up to the fountain, a figure emerged from the grove of trees and waved me over. My eyes flicked over him, but I ran on. …show more content…
Breath heavy, my muscles tightened at the sudden stop. I looked back at the man in the shadow of the trees. I didn’t recognize him, but something about him seemed vaguely familiar. “Don’t worry. I won’t
If you look in the Sayre park art room, you might see someone standing in there painting or drawing or maybe even sculpting with clay. She is very elegant and friendly. But who is she?
We have been trying to move to a new home over the last few months and for one reason or another we just haven't been able to make this happen. Our close and move in date just kept getting pushed and this ended up interfering and postponing multiple trips. With Good Friday off, BeeGee and I just couldn’t handle this any more so we headed out Thursday evening.
I layed back, kicked my feet up, and looked up at the sun trying to break through the leaves of the enormous Oak trees. There is one place I always end up when I want to escape from the rest of the world: Pokagon State Park.
I wrap my scarf around my neck and reach down to lace up my boots. Careful not to drop my cross body bag as it swings down, I stand up straight and walk out the door. As I lock the front door behind me, I inhale a deep breath. This is my favorite time of year. The air is brisk, yet the sun is warm on my skin. I begin my walk to work since my car officially died yesterday. This is the third time this month, but I don’t really mind. I love walking when the weather is like this. The sounds of leaves crunching beneath my feet sounds like music.
Carver prowled up and down the halls of Aldersley Park, the mansion he had inherited when his parents were tragically killed in a plane crash two years before. He felt restless, twenty three years old and wealthy beyond his wildest dreams, and yet he felt restless. His skin crawled with desire for release, any kind of release from his frustration.
The sidewalk is fracture, and seems to shake whenever the chilling breeze would pass by. A tall women with long, curly amber hair that is tied up in a bun at t back of her head in a desperate attempt to hide the blatant bald spot as she paces through the cobbles. Her eyes is a dark grey cloudy colour of green. There is a couple of houses that borders the street, the ones that did were torn apart or abandoned, with sprayed cans litter around them. Dim street lights floods along the road, some bent others broken, or maybe few old and rusty. Although plentiful, the glow these lights gave off ghoulish glow, flickering. Her hands dug into her coat pocket for a minute before dragging out a cigarette and lighter she lit it and took a long drag. She
As I walked into the Flint Hills Mall through the front side entrance, I could see an abundance of people in the empty space by the Kansas Drivers License Office. There were rows of shiny, smooth, wooden benches, which families and guests were sitting on. You could see them talking and laughing to each other, and giving pep talks to their kids. I could see the white table the judges were sitting at as they prepared to evaluate each student. I could see the judge's water bottle at each of their seats and bowls of candy inbetween each of them. I could see students sitting and standing on the sides preparing and talking. Students were either wearing white, red, or blue uniforms with a colored belt around their waist depending on what level they
In a winter morning bottle lake forest is an alluring place to be in. Thin rays of sun infiltrate the atmosphere and kisses down on the ground. Gradually ablating the frozen puddles. A heavy dew had fallen. The frozen dew makes the wild berry bushes angle to the ground, worshipping mother nature.
Friday, October 13th, there was a carnival coming to Clydeville. Clydeville was a very small town, everybody knew everybody. At the Clydeville high school everyone usually kept to themselves. Leo and Carly were the main couple of the school. They planned on going to the carnival that night because they wanted to go out that night. They thought something terrible was going to happen. They thought right.
My friend and I had a chance to visit Boston in winter break two years ago. In spite of the extraordinarily cold winter and the fact that we were the only visitors in the park, we had witnessed numerous incredible accent architectures and learned new knowledge about American history. One of many attractions that I had noticed was the statue Make way for ducklings in Boston Public Garden. The bronze ducks, which were constructed by Nancy Schönwas, were based on a worldwide famous book of the same name. The children’s picture book, which was written and illustrated in charcoal by Robert McCloskey, tells a story about a couple mallards looking for where to raise their family. After passing various choices,
As I entered walked through the entrance of Hershey Park, I noticed a bright sign to my left. Walking closer, I discovered that the park was looking for a handful of people to test out one of the rides that would soon be available to the public. It read, “Want to be one of the first to ride the newest attraction at Hershey Park? Sign up below!” Under the sign, a clipboard was surrounded by people trying to write their names. I waited until it cleared out. Then I walked over and wrote my name in the next blank space. I was instructed by the sign to meet with a group of employees at the back of the park at 1:00.
It was colder then usual out, so John and Richard had moved outside into whatever was left of sunlight these days. They had a picturesque view of the White House from what must have been the top of an office building. Most of the back corner of their building had crumbled revealing the a portion of the top story. John and Richard had stumbled upon “the fence” as they called it, years ago and since then turned it into somewhat of a fortress. They were both children when they escaped from the grasp of the Republic and the Democracy. John escaped at the age of 11 form the Republic, a couple months before Richard, then 9, managed to escape the Democracy. They soon became friends when they bumped into each other on the outskirts of D.C. That
As I was walking past the vast pond and sidewalks of Lincoln Park, I didn’t realize that being with nature felt very calm and soothing. It’s hard to explain, but I felt like I was in a whole different dimension as if the atmosphere was filled with multiple vibes. While I was sitting in a nearby bench, I was reflecting on my life actually. I guess I was always on my phone I never really noticed my surroundings. I was always trying to get caught up with the latest social media news that I didn’t notice the world around me.
The sun appears to be painted on the background of a mountain. Auburn red melts into coral colors which is met by a light blue. The fresh snow is layered out over the towering mountains and the glistening snow reflects the brilliant colors. Gentle flurries swirl around, but this is met by a choir of cheers. There is a disruption in the peacefulness of the one undisturbed land. Whoops and hollers break out over the tranquil area. The mountain climbers have done it. They have finally reached their goal of climbing to the top of an undiscovered mountain. It took them over a year to prepare for and five days to climb. This is like our middle school experience. It took a long while of preparation and working towards to reach this point today, but we have done it. I am proud to stand before you all and say we are about to graduate. We have reached the summit of the mountain, and from where we stand now it’s clear skies from here.
I stood before the door to the studio, the street quiet behind me. People had long since abandoned the roads, the darkness reminding them of a much larger threat. Before entering the shop, I steeled myself, reminding my aching heart that this story may not have a happy ending. Yet, no matter how tonight ended, as long as he made the choice that he felt was right, as long as when this was finished, he was okay, I could eventually get over the loss.