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We are now currently stopped at a place called Chimney Rock. George deemed it best that we rest here for the night. I couldn’t help, but agree. Chimney Rock is a tall rock in the middle of stifling plains. Not many of us were feeling well and the children, especially, were littered in mosquito
Dally you should not even think about killing yourself it will not solve anything and will only make thing worse for everybody who cares about you. I know that you will not believe this and think that the world is horrible and is not worth living in but I promise you that there is still good in the world. I know that you will say that there is not and that I am naive, but I was not the only one to see this even Johnny saw it as he was dieing. He wanted me to try to point this out to you but I knew that you would need more than just me and Johnny's persuasion so I got word from all of the gang and some idea of how to make things better.
I shouldn’t have a quinceanera , what’s so important you turning fifteen having a huge party having a big dress , food , make-up , and hair done . every one turn fifteen and some people don’t make a huge party and go all out just for you turning a age , it’s not a big deal turning fifteen you still a teen you're not an adult yet , your still a kid.
Stately pines towered over the wandering Little Meadow Creek. The stream was almost dry; many rocks revealed along the bank and rivulet bed. Be that as it may, Conrad Reed, a brazen 12-year-old, chose a Sunday in 1799 that he'd preferably angle in this shallow spot then go to chapel. As the kid sat tight for a nibble, he saw a yellow shake projecting from the water. It was an abnormal shake, dissimilar to the typical quartz and slate he found in the field. He pulled the stone from the stream quaint little innit home.
The Tan Hill Inn is surrounded by a bleak moorland wilderness 4½ miles (7km) from Keld, the nearest village. Tan Hill has not always been so isolated. It was formerly on the crossroads of packhorse routes and drove roads. Later the Reeth to Brough turnpike was constructed to transport coal from the mines close by. Coal was mined at Tan Hill from the thirteenth century until 1932. The inn was once known as the King’s Pit House, taking its name from a nearby coal pit. Licensing hours were at times dictated by need rather than the law. ‘Refuse no-one at Tan Hill,’ the justices ordered one landlord.
Do you see that chimney over there? See it? Do you see those flames? Over there-
Isolated in an area rich with granite and foliage, Flat Rock basks in the Southern sun while cooling off as the wind breezes by the Appalachian Mountain tops and onto the grassy meadows. Flat Rock’s location orients itself in the Western-most part of North Carolina, just shy of the South Carolina border. Geological composition of Flat Rock was discovered to be granite rock, which can still be found being used in the buildings that make up the village. Over the years since its development, Flat Rock has remained a pristine historical area of close-knit relationships and generations of residence. Flat Rock has gone through various shades of importance and development; beginning as a point of destination for American Indians in the 18th century, later a getaway for wealthy South Carolinians, then quickly it sprawled into development and business, and now rests comfortably being cushioned by the surrounding mountains but rapidly approaching questions of environmental responsibility. Within the encompassing aspects of history, geography, and environmentalism, Flat Rock remains quaint but strong.
It’s fall everyone and Halloween is coming.I would like to tell you that fall is the best season of all.
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My dad and I go hunting every weekend during deer season which is from mid of Novmber to the first of Janurary.We go sit at 6:00am and we leave at 8:00am,but why we sit we will be wacthing birds and squirrals playing in the place we have corn they will eat it like deer does.We half to sit still were the deer can’t see us in the deer stand.When we go hunting you have to climb up in the deer stand and then sit patiertly to wait for something to come out of the woods.We look three or four different way in the stand.”My dad stated,” theres a deer.We go hunting in Pearson Georgia.When we go hunting we have to be careful because the gun could go off.It could be dangous going hunting by yourself.But if anything happen I can help him.Because we
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“Here you sty me in this hard rock, whiles you do keep me from the rest o’th’island.”
As the first rays of the sun peak over the horizon, penetrating the dark, soft light illuminates the mist rising up from the ground, forming an eerie, almost surreal landscape. The ground sparkles, wet with dew, and while walking from the truck to the barn, my riding boots soak it in. The crickets still chirp, only slower now. They know that daytime fast approaches. Sounds, the soft rustling of hooves, a snort, and from far down the aisle a sharp whinny that begs for breakfast, inform me that the crickets are not the only ones preparing for the day.
We all grabbed our lawn chairs and cozied up next to the roaring red fire. I always sat a little too close, enough to where the fire burnt a hole straight through my favorite pair of flip-flops, assuring me to never make that mistake again. S’mores was all of our favorite bed time snack time and a perfect way to end the night. Every time I would roast my marshmallow until it became slightly brown, mushy, and not too hot in the center; then I 'd put it between two graham crackers and extra pieces of chocolate. One too many s’mores and a belly like later I laid back in my chair and listened as Nancy told us stories. Before going to bed Nancy told us about her favorite past times here as a child and how just like the little girl we saw fishing, she was also afraid of fishing. She told us stories about how much the campground has evolved since she was a child and how every year she promises to take us here and to keep it a tradition. At bedtime Alicia and I crawl into our tents and snuggle up in our warm sleeping bags. We talked to each other about how sad we felt that it was almost the end of summer, and how nervous we felt to start our freshman year of high school. However, our conversations ended when Nancy yelled at as from the other tent to keep quiet and go to bed. I’d fallen asleep that night to the sound of the fire crackling out and the crickets chirping
In the world we live in today teens and young adults constantly move from trend to trend, if one thing dies out another trend quickly takes its place. One trend that has stayed throughout history is smoking. The first cigarettes were made in 1865 by Washington Duke but didn’t become popular until 1881 that means that smoking has been around for almost 134 years! As the years passed many doctors realized how dangerous smoking was and gave cigarettes and cigars the nickname the “cancer stick”. My quote for smoking is If you would wouldn’t drink a bottle of poison them why smoke a stick of poison. Many people don’t realize that smoking doesn’t just danger their health, it dangers the health of those around them.
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