Toronto: A Short Story

On August 11, 2016 it started to rain and it rained hard. The trees and leaves were shaking and all the around the city the people were in their houses seeking refuge. The dogs were barking as if to scare away the storm while the cats were inside hiding from the rain. There were no cars insights as if the people were under lockdown. The people were inside trying to keep the heat out and the ac running cold, while it rained. The ditches were trying to get rid of all the water they could. The ditches soon could not it no more so it started to flood and the people were at their windows frightened by what was happening; many had never seen a storm as relentless as this before.

The cool wind blows through the Melbourne alley ways, it’s 3am on the 8th of March and not a soul could be heard. The street lights were flickering and there wasn’t a car insight. The atmosphere, cold and dark, would give a deathly shiver down anyone's spine. Then, a loud, gut wrenching scream broke all silence. The sound of fleeting footsteps echoed throughout Hosier Lane and moments later sirens screeched through the streets of Melbourne.

The day was dark. I could feel a storm approaching. The gentle sunlight glistening through the clouds, now covered by a heavy mist. Drop. Drop. Drop. The coldness of the water tinged my face. And the earth shook, as a large boom erupted from the sky followed by a light crackle. By now, I was soaked, like that night. I continued walking through the deserted streets when a large flash erupted from the sky. Oh, great lightning, today was getting better and better. A woman and her young child was running towards their car to seek shelter. The walk was a long and dreadful one, I found myself looking at the place I left 15 years ago. The house was still dark and foreboding as ever, the shutters hanging off its hinges and the roof in a state of disrepair.

CBC News’ Tens of thousands without power as a spring storm moves east in Ontario speaks of the aftermath of a disastrous spring storm that is rampaging through Ontario. With Ontario obtaining around 13.6 million, the title is sure to attract the large amounts of people who live in Ontario to view the article. CBC News knowing about the large amount of Ontario residents, created this article using multiple conventions to catch the eye of those who may fear the spring storm.

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Ghrelin, commonly referred to as the “hunger hormone,” is a 28-amino acid peptide that has many important roles in human digestion including regulation of growth hormone release, enhancement of appetite, and increase of food intake (1). This gut-derived peptide could play an extremely important role in the altered eating behaviors of patients with eating disorders. Increased fasting plasma ghrelin levels have been consistently reported in underweight patients with anorexia nervosa. Circulating levels of this hormone have also been found to be enhanced in symptomatic bulimic patients, while also being blunted in response to balanced meals (4).

Halifax, Nova Scotia has grown significantly over the past one hundred years. It has developed immensely economically, geographically as well as in population. Many factors have contributed to the evolution of this traditional Atlantic Ocean port city into one of the most modern cities in Canada. Its growth has been mad possible by many of its important geographical characteristics that have become the envy of many seaboard towns across North America. Its drastic incline in population since confederation, has been helped by Pier 2 and 21 which was where many immigrants set foot on Canadian soil for the first time.(1) As the population of Halifax increased the city needed to expand geographically in order to house the thousands of new

Macbeth was a brave warrior until he was overpowered by his ambition this caused him to change psychologically. His ambition to become the most powerful man in all of Scotland is was caused him to turn into a evil, manipulative and a wicked leader. The hallucinations and visions throughout the play gradually overcame Macbeth. The prophecies that the witchers told Macbeth, sparked the violent actions to come. The

It was Tuesday morning; I was 15 at the time. Didn’t have a care in the world, and as I was off to school I couldn’t have even imagined what was about to happen. As I lazily walk to Computer studies, and other students start to begin there day I notice that it was oddly peaceful, there was noise but it wasn’t abrupt; it was cloudy but the clouds were sitting still, as if bracing for impact. “The calm before the storm.” as my Grandparents would put it, how those words rung true.

Hey there! Long time, no see. With June right around the corner, the Montreal Canadiens enter one of their most crucial periods in years - specifically for general manager Marc Bergevin. The draft will yield some high-end prospects, and pave the way for one or more massive trades.

I felt a chill run through my body as I stood outside my car and watched the hazy water continuously rush over the sea wall and into the street. I began to step back as the water crept closer to the car’s tires. The water carried debris from boats and homes; I saw a broken bike tire drift and eventually grasp onto a metal pole which had once been a fishing rod. The three big sail boat docks had broken free and now drifted out of the Pine Orchard Harbor and onto the Ruwe’s front lawn and behind the tennis courts; I was afraid that the abandoned paddle boards would do the same. The road was filled with about six feet of water; Ms. Molly was kayaking in the blockaded road. Mr. and Ms. Quinn had stumbled outside his stout home to see how much damage Hurricane Irene had really accomplished overnight. This was the first glimpse I had had at her destruction after spending two days in my powerless home. I heard my parents speaking to Mr. Quinn in hushed voices saying that we were in the eye of the storm. As the wind began to pick up, my mother ordered my family to return to the GMC. My stomach churned as the nausea rose inside of me. I climbed back into my car.

There is a direct relationship between service provision and the makeup of neighbourhoods across Toronto. Services and those who rely on them suffer when a neighbourhood decreases in population. The effect on services is exemplified in TDSB schools, where schools are more likely to see low enrollment in areas where the population and or number of people per private occupied dwelling has decreased. By 1986 75% of all Toronto’s dwellings had been built, and the fertility rate had halved from 4 children per woman in 1961 to under 2 children per women. The fertility rate has remained low, and the number of people per private dwelling has never recovered, and is continuing to decrease. Despite this, housing supply has remained stagnant in most of the City. As a result, housing supply is lacking, and families are excluded from entering most of Toronto’s neighbourhoods, resulting in:

[0:00] I just got inside from a walk through the dark streets of Philly. I'm sitting here, listening to music; the sort of music that bends your mind and intertwines your good and bad thoughts. Reality becomes a blur, nothing really makes sense. The past, present, and future coexist. I'm reminisicing on all the good times I had with my friends. Most noteably all the times when we would hang out on our hidden, almost private peninsula that overlooked the entire horizon. I wish I could go back to those times, when everything was less complicated. Back to the times when certain people were still in my life, back to the times before I fucked up. Simply put I'll never see some people again. Some of those who are in a better and more caring place

The four most common causes of bacterial meningitis come from Streptococcus pneumoniae, Neisseria meningitides, Haemophilus influenzae type b (Hib), and Listeria monocytogenes.

Up to now, the sky had been scattered powder-puff clouds, but it was changing. The sky that looked like beautiful ribbons, all a different shade of blue was now beginning to look like a blanket of darkness. The storm clouds thickened and out of the blue a wave heavy rain poured in torrents. I was lucky enough to get the first splatter of rain on my sweater when I was about 3 steps away from the building my class was being held in. I ran into the building while the rain turned the sidewalks and roads into vast lakes of dull, muddy water. I can’t emphasis to you how relieved I felt missing the downpour of all the rain. Dark smoky clouds covered the sky, only letting a few streaks of sun slip past the barrier. The repetitious sound of raindrops striking against the windowpane blended in with the occasional thunder that roared every 20 seconds. Everything was bleak, gray, and gloomy the class atmosphere felt dispirited than it usually was during exam week. People walked with water trickling down behind them while they steadily strolled to their seat. The prof didn’t start right away knowing that students were going to need a little more time getting to class. The thunderstorm was now beginning to sound like gunshots to ones ear…the uneasy feeling was