Let’s imagine this situation. If you need to close your eye feel free to do so. You wake up Saturday morning, at your usual time of 6:00am. You take a quick shower, eat a very fast breakfast, and head to work. Your job is one of hard physical labor, and honestly, it sucks. At about noon, you take a 30 minutes break to eat lunch, and are working again in no time. Yeah, good luck eating in that time. You’ll have no more breaks till your job is over with. Its 1:30pm now, and your back is really hurting, if you take a break, you’ll work better. The security guards shouldn’t do anything if you only take a minute. Well you’re about to find out, because one of your coworkers stopped for a break. What they did makes you wish u went back to work five minutes earlier. They dragged the guy across the jagged floor and his arm got caught between two rocks. They kept pulling until it snapped in two. They then proceeded to break his legs because he sat down and didn’t want to use his legs just a minute ago. See the irony? Now he can’t work, provide for his family, and they will surely starve, because you barely can feed your family with the salary. Luckily tomorrow is your only day off the entire week. You can rest, or can you? You want to stand up, for freedom, for your family, but you can’t. The government will kill you, your family, even your friends, but if you don’t, they’ll probably die from disease, or will keep on living in oppression. They don’t want people to get revolution ideas, which could tear down their pretty little system. The soldiers are guarding you, but not from attackers, or other harmful things. They’re guarding you so you can’t do anything. So you can’t make things better. Well Sunday comes around, and you go shopping... ... middle of paper ... ...y scary option, it means giving up forever. Is that really the way you want to go. I think I’d like to take a stand. Fight everyone I have left. The problem is when your family and friends are threatened. Your decisions will affect them in a big way. What is the best way to get to someone, take away the people they love! If my loved ones were killed, I could stand up for anything. The more people taken away from me, the easier it is to stand up for what I believe. At the same time though, giving up becomes all the more tempting because of the sadness of being alone. I believe I would fight till there was justice for the ones I had lost. I wouldn’t stop until the wrongdoers were dead, or I was. After justice was given, I can’t say what I would do. I can’t make promises saying that I will keep on living, because I don’t know if they’d be true. What would you do?
Zero awoke to find himself standing, it was not something he was familiar with and he searched his memory for any recollection of it happening before. Quickly he discovered that large parts of his memory were missing, gone were the seemingly endless data bases of information. Quickly he sent out feelers trying for a connection of some sort but he drew a blank. It seemed that where ever he was now, had limited connection capacity. Instead he used his visual feed to survey his surrounding, it appeared he was in some kind of desert of discarded parts.
Brock awoke to the sound of a trumpet. He was ready to get training. Brock put on his long johns, pants, shirt, coat, and hat. Then he slowly walked out of his tent. When he walked out he was greeted by Major General Wayne. He said, “Follow me i'll show you where you will be training.” Brock followed him for a about a mile until they walked into a large field with hundreds of saddled horses, and about 80 other men. Major General Wayne said,
There were once three friends Luke, Adam, and Eli. They were running for their lives from alien soldiers. They had only some food, water and a knife each. “Runnnnn they're gaining on us!” yelled Luke who was at the front. After they lost them they stopped to rest. They were in the forest of pyrex. They knew they had to get to hi valley for it was the only safe place in all the world. They were close to the place thought they just had to avoid many soldiers and bullets and then it would be a straight shot to the valley. Eli pointed to a map and said “It might be a few day stretch from here.” “But” interrupted Adam “There are soldiers everywhere that will shoot you on the spot,” luke said “We should go this way through the Spirit forest because, there is no way any soldier would go through it.” even though the voyage would take longer it was the safest way.
I have received your letter, are the children healthy and well? How are you lately? Have you been sick recently? I am fine, well, as right as one is capable of being over in this land. I have thought of you every second of every day, there is not one moment I have forgotten about you. I just wish to be back home again. Last time you said that Henry was feeling slightly ill, I have some medicine stashed away in the bottom cupboard near the grand clock. If he shall start to feel very poorly, you may go there and find him medicine. You will know which one it is once you see it, I do not want Henry to turn out like poor Will did.
Life in the camp is epitomised by one big question mark. Uncertainty is the order of the day. I don’t know how long I’ve been here or why I’m here. I’m lost in desolation and blended into the sea of blue and white. Papa tells me everything will be fine one day but he has lost the spark in his eyes and is now filled with despair. Today we continue to work on building huts, I can make an escape and meet up with Bruno like I usually did. A soldier gives me a wheelbarrow and I barely manage to hold it upright. I run towards the pile of rubble that hides me from the soldiers, the place where I meet Bruno. But before I could escape a blonde soldier yells at me. “Hey you! Come here. Faster you rat!” My heart pumps loudly, ringing in my ears. I run towards the soldier and he raised his hand, I immediately cower and waited for him to deliver the fatal blow. Instead he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the entrance gates. “We need someone with tiny fingers, you’ll be going somewhere where you are not allowed to talk. Is that clear?” The soldier ordered, I didn’t want to think what they wanted with my small bony hands.
A thick plume of black smoke and ash hung in the air in a heavy haze, almost completely obscuring the lurid red glow of the waning sun. Below, a cloud of grey plaster dust twisted and writhed amid the sea of debris as intermittent eddies of wind gusted by.
Period 2 10-12 Final Exam “Courage does not always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, ‘I will try again tomorrow.’” –Mary Anne Rudmacher This is a great quote and really speaks true. When Mary Anne Rudmacher says “courage does not always roar,” she means that true courage isn’t about who can talk big or who’s got the biggest ego.
Sometimes being scared is fun, but not when you feel like you’re in danger. Proof of this is a personal experience of mine; When I was young, I had gotten into trouble and my parents told me to put my nose in a specific corner while they went to the store. I stayed there for what felt like eternity and all of a sudden, my sister starts running down the hall screaming bloody murder saying, “Run Sheridyn! Run!” Immediately I start screaming, shaking, running, and crying all at the same time. Then my other sister came out of the hall wearing a Scream costume and started chasing me. I become even more terrified and this causes me to fall. Before I had time to process what had happened, they both stopped what they were doing to laugh while I felt like my life flashed before my eyes. In that moment, I knew that something about myself was different.
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
Then a voice called from the room that had just been given a new door.
Imagine that you live in a country where a dictator or the state controls your every move. You can't speak your mind out of fear of being imprisoned—worse yet, executed for your political beliefs if they differ from those in power. Basically, you have no rights as a citizen. You desperately want to make changes, but you can't—you have no control. All control is in the hands of a tyrant or tyrannical state.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
Frozen silence of a winter's dawn, matted brown pine needles peaking out of a powdery white carpet frosted trees sagging from the weight of last night's snowfall. Large flakes fell from heaven as if the angels were having a pillow fight and the goose down fell to our humble homes. Though beautiful the snow was cold and sharp as it bit at our fingers and the wind kissed the people's cheeks in the stunning forest. Like a wolf the snow bit at our fingers with its sharp icy teeth. How rare it is for the first time for such a still place to be when we ourselves are so busy in our minds that there is somewhere which can only listen. The whip slapped the huskies, pulling the sleds into motion. They stopped in the forest for rest by a homeless
The dew covered forest floor oozes itself between my toes as I try to absorb every ravishing detail of the forest. The rising sun sets its glowing array of color on the rims of the moss-cloaked figures in front of me and the birds warble high above in the crowed of trees to generate a beautiful melody for the atmosphere. Drawing in a deep breath, I analyze each scent, aroma and fragrance of the woods I’ve encircled myself in, each odor bringing me into a more engrossed tranquility. It’s times like these that I long for my unborn inner wolf so I can connect with nature on a closer level.
What is courage? Courage is the spirit that enables a person to face difficulty, danger, pain, and bravery. Courage to me is bravery, heroic acts, and people that put their life in danger. Many people show acts of courage everyday in the world. You might not know if you are showing courage, unless it is a big act.