Short Story

The two colonies, Jamestown and Plymouth Plantation were started by two English settlers William Bradford and John Smith. Notably, both leaders sought the same vision of beginning a colony in the New World. However, these two colonies differentiated in their motives to start the colony and also the repercussions that followed.

As Braeden turned the last corner on the way to the hospital she felt her stomach turning. She knew she was doing this for someone she loved, though she'd expressed her opinion to her brother of taking care of their mother at home many times' with no success.

Even though Rosie the Riveter is an image frequently synonymous with the contemporary women’s movement, she was not designed to promote social change or improve the role of women in the workplace during World War II. In reality, she was promoted as the ideal female worker and was patriotic, confident, capable, and beautiful in a large propaganda campaign by the United States government. Since the war caused many men to answer the call to serve in the military, both at home and abroad, the United States was faced with the urgent challenge of recruiting women into the workforce. Rosie the Riveter was their solution to this problem.

she was crying but she seemed to feel overwhelmed with her life. Her husband had come home

The play Cyrano de Bergerac written by Edmond Rostand was written based off the life of the real Cyrano de Bergerac. Even so, the setting of the story itself contributed greatly to the character Cyrano de Bergerac and the development of the story itself. Overall, the play has very specific stage directions and gives a very detailed description to the setting for every scene. This helps the character develop as the story continue and while also giving background and mood to that scene in which it describes. For example, things like the season being autumn in act five and “the green lawn has turned red” (page 199) and “spots of darker color formed by box shrubs”(page 199) showing how death is coming and being represented by the falling leaves and it’s change in color. The setting of the play also gives cultural background to the society in that time period.

Though that was still a while away. He'd need to reveal that side of himself piece by piece as he figured out how far he could push her sensibilities and how easily he could get her back. With the sun beating down, he'd raised a sweat, but after taking off the shirt and rolling up his sleeves, the cool breeze felt like heaven upon his skin, and he wondered how she could even cope with wearing the long dress. It was only the first day, and although the attire was likely what she was accustomed to - both for comfort, and for prestige, he believed that she'd likely end up thanking him later for the clothing they'd purchase in Redwood. More suited for their journey and the environment, though she'd remain unaware of the Pickett's other intent on

As she hastily made her way through the long-winded hallway, the realisation of her husband being away at war suddenly hit her. The delight evident on her face swiftly turned into an expression of extreme woe. Heartbroken by the fact that he was missing this major milestone, her eyes were a waterfall, dripped with salty tears down her

“And then,” LeRoy recited, listening to Rachel’s crayon scratch along a piece of notepaper, “the beautiful princess broke free from the castle’s highest tower. The straw broke her fall, cushioning her from the cold ground, and she laughed as she realized how thoroughly her stepmother had underestimated her talent. She freed her steed from his moldy paddock and road as far away from the prison of her old home as she could. There was a prince for her to rescue and a whole world to see, and no matter where she ended up, she vowed to herself that she’d live to become happily ever after.”

William watched Tabitha climb out of the hot tub. He took in a long, full look at her ass. She stood at the edge of the hot tub, wringing water from her ponytail. Droplets of water trickled down over Tabitha’s chest and stomach. William watched Tabitha’s body steam in the frigid air, the night’s icy fingers tickled her body, tightening her flesh and firming her nipples. She walked around the side of the hot tub and sat down next to William, dipping her feet into the water. William felt the flesh of her thigh rub against his shoulder.

Derrick had come up to her, smelling like heaven and aftershave and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone – he knew that drove her crazy. He’d whispered that she looked nice in her dress, smiled at her in that charming way and she’d gone weak at the knees, it was also late.

A deep sigh of regret and the pressure of a body by her side made her acutely aware that she wasn’t alone. A gentle caress stroked the hair from her face, and the feeling of someone watching her had her heart pounding.

I glanced at Heidi. The puffy red of her eyes told me she'd been crying for a while, probably all night, maybe even every night since he'd died. Morven could barely stand. She was held up by Heather and Liss and the constant painful frown on her face made me glance away.

She woke up before Norman but didn't regain consciousness right away. Her eyelids were heavy and refused to open even when Norma put all the strength she could muster in that act. All her senses seemed to be weakened but her survival instincts remained intact. And panic coiled in the pit of her stomach. She tried to take a deep breath, willing herself to breathe normally and not to hyperventilate, yet the air was thick around her and scratched her throat every time she tried, until she couldn't anymore. Every gulp of air she tried to aspire made her cough.

Levi checked his phone, still no message from Hannah. He pursed his lips, it probably slipped her mind to text him back. Typical Hannah.

Leaving his side, I went to open the door. “Hi!” She kissed me on both cheeks and hand me a basket full of wines, crackers and cheeses she was holding. “Welcome home.” She said, in way of greeting. “Darling, I had not seen you forever. I found you a hunk of a man. He is a gorgeous stockbroker with a great personality. He is…” Liz stopped mid sentence when she notice Brian behind me, looking furious. She gazed my way stunned.