The sky was overcast. It appeared that this day would be just like any other day, but this notion was surely mistaken.
In the humble village of Pequot Lakes, workers and students ran to and fro, busy as ever completing the day’s duties. Suddenly, there was a deep rumbling noise. Nobody thought much of this at first, but suspicion and worry began to arise as it continued on for over three hours. It was as if it were Mexican Monday already, but it was only Wednesday today.
As the city grew worried, there was only one man brave enough to get to the bottom of what was going on; and his name was Jon Thorson. At least, that’s what everyone called him. No one really knew his true identity, as he maintained his alias quite well. Occasionally, though, he would let bits and pieces of his past life slip out. A cold, biting sense of sarcasm that was probably only used against the most dastardly of foes, or a
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A tumbleweed consisting of old english assignments and Smuckers uncrusted circular sandwiches billowed past his feet. This was the modern equivalent of a desert wasteland.
Thorson pressed on, determined to figure out where the low rumbling sound was coming from. He reluctantly approached the Woods Room; it seemed that the sound was coming from inside. He looked into the little window on the door, and saw a chubby boy pressed up against the glass, breathing heavily. He was keeping watch, and immediately rushed to warn his comrades when he saw Thorson approaching. Moments later, two gangly teenagers ran out of the doors, covered in sawdust and screaming. They were berserkers!
With a single swift kick, Thorson knocked both of them unconscious. The chubby boy stood in the doorway, petrified with fear. His gaze, which had previously been fixed on the motionless bodies of his fallen comrades, now turned towards Thorson. Their eyes met, and the boy nearly soiled his homemade
He lay crumpled in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, enmeshed in his garments, blood, and darkness. Only the purplish light created by each resounding boom of thunder cast light upon his hunched body. Thoughts rebounded back and forth in the skull of Brother Malcolm: “Agh, the agony I declare, the outjutting bone of my spine spars into the harsh rocky floor.”
The din was frightful. Billie was crying as usual. Dave and Sol-leks, dripping with blood from a score of wounds, were fighting bravely side by side. Joe was snapping like a demon. Once, his teeth closed on the foreleg of a husky, and he crunched down through the bone. Pike, the malingerer, leaped upon the crippled animal, breaking its neck with a quick dash of teeth and a jerk. Buck got a frothing adversary by the throat, and was sprayed with blood when his teeth sank through the jugular. The warm taste of it in his mouth goaded him to greater fierceness. He flung himself upon another, and at the same time felt teeth sink into his own throat. It was Spitz treacherously attacking from the side.”
She screamed, digging her fingernails into the ropes the beasts used to tie her with the chair. Just then, a tall soldier with a row of flashy badges pinned on his clothing marched towards Soon-Young. She struggled to untie the ropes. She wished to slap –or at least give a good punch to his face. He bent his back, his ugly face nearly touching her forehead.
On 10/02/2017 at 0017 hours, units were dispatched to 627 Central Ave for a report of a Domestic involving a knife. I responded at emergency speed, priority one. Upon my arrival, I located the accused female in the bathroom.
“They died stupid, the five hundred men turned into blood thirsty Lycans, half wolf half man with the eyes of a murderous thirst for your blood.” Jack lunged forward growling at his brother who yelped and when flipping backwards of the bed.
He came to a long road, made muddy and even glue-like from the ever present rain. He trudged down it, and came to a door sticking up out of the ground. He knew what this was. He used to watch documentaries
The weather is perfect for racing: not too hot, not too humid, not too windy. I dash down the twisted trails in the woods, trying not to stumble on the gnarled roots protruding from the dirt. My spikes puncture the soft earth with every stride, and my legs repeatedly pound on the ground, soreness surging through them. As sweat trickles down my face and dirt smears across my aching calves, I ascend a steep hill, trying to bring forth the strength I have accumulated throughout endless hours of practice. Now that I am nearing the final two hundred meters, I must force my body to begin sprinting. Breathing heavily, I dart for the imminent finish line, trying to beat the uninterrupted tick of the timer. Even though the crowd surrounds all around me, I can barely hear their animated cheers, because all I can focus on is crossing the line before the girl next to me. I can feel adrenaline surging through my body, and I widen my stride to cap off the remaining distance. When I glance at my Garmin watch, a new personal best time flashes across the screen. I realize that all of the gruelling work I have put in is worth the final result: happiness. (Snapshot Lead)
I was ready. This was how we were going to start off the season. Everyone was ready, thinking this was it. We wanted to be the best team on the ice. The coaches came into the room saying, “Let’s go, boys. Let’s start the season off on fire . . . big win today!”
During the second to last week of summer, I traveled with my family to Cedar Point. Cedar Point is a sprawling amusement park with a wide variety of thrill rides, roller coasters, water slides, and entertainment. The park is located near Lake Erie in Sandusky, Ohio. It is the second oldest amusement park in the United States, as it opened 1871. Cedar Point is considered by many to be the “Roller Coaster Capital of the World” because of its record breaking seventy-one thrill rides which includes a total of sixteen roller coasters. I had been to Cedar Point two times before but this was my first time going back in three years. I was excited for the trip because there were many new rides and coaster that I had not
The personal persuasive essay was by hands down the best essay I have written and also the most enjoyable to write. This was the only essay that I felt that I was just talking on paper and it was the only essay that I can see myself actually saying the words that I said in my paper. The fact that it was so natural to me is the reason why I enjoy it so much, it’s not something I had to research and it all came from me, I was the only source. From this paper I learned the art of convincing, now I can sweet talk my way in person when I’m talking to someone but it’s hard to do it on paper where you can’t read off a person to see their reaction. You have to know your audience well so that you can anticipate what they need to hear without you being
Many years have gone by with much contemplation about what I wanted to do when I grew up. Due to my age, that vision has looked like many different professions. I started out with dreams of having an Army career starting at the age of 18, to have that quickly change when my new husband and I found we were expecting our first child. When our commanding officer found out, he spoke to us and explained that both of us could be sent to war at the same time. Rather than deciding which family member to give custody of our child to in that situation, I decided to depart from the Army and start my new journey as “mom”.
An experience that has influenced my work and academic goals has been my family. My wife and I have one son, who departed for college this past weekend. His departure was a very emotional event for us because we did just about everything together (hockey, trips, etc). Four years ago, we brought in four siblings under foster care, which is the main topic for this essay. Four years ago, my wife and I were hoping to adopt one child and we were hoping to find a girl that needed what is commonly called a “forever home”. This process was extremely difficult as the system is not easy to navigate (I could be more blunt with this description but I won’t here). After many trials and tribulations with the foster/adoption system in Alaska, I had resigned
In “Narrative and Persuasion in Fashion Advertising” its talks about fashion being like imagery that can produce narrative transportation for consumers. Trying to transport consumers to different modes of engagement in promoting a more intense experience with fashion brands. Bringing in the narrative transportation idea leads consumers to think that it’s a way of persuasion.
There are four modes of discourse where they help the reader better interpret an article, piece of writing or book which are Narration, Description, Argument/Persuasion and Exposition. Narration explains the organized events of action in time or relates them in space in reading an article. Description explains or seeks to make the reader vividly aware of what the writer or speaker has perceived. Argument aims the reader’s agreement with their power of reasoning while Persuasion aims to influence the reader’s action with their beliefs and feelings. Finally Exposition’s only function is expose something or explain in a writing of story/book/article or any type of writing. I shall be focusing on two different articles which are “To All the Girls
House hunting? It's time I got my own place. I hear you. Don't look so sad.