A long time ago in 1798, I ran down the stairs of my house on military road. My shaved stubby head almost dragging behind a pair of slouching shoulders. Then suddenly the neighbors cows came bursting through the door of my giant house! Since I was going so fast my big feet stumbled over the cows in front of me, and onto the floor I went. Then all I could hear was a loud shattering and my mother yelling and screaming. …show more content…
After over an hour of my mother balling her head off she sent me to the store to buy groceries.“But mom!”I exclaimed “But nothing! She yelled. So I rode my bike to town. But soon I heard the dreadful news. The world was going to end, the sun wasn't going to shine, death was going to come. So, just to get my mind off of the subject, I went to the ice cream truck around the corner. It got dark fast. I started to race home on my bike. Not for dinner not to go to bed not for any reason. I really don't know …show more content…
But I,on the other hand, was having a blast!I was enjoying every bit of it. I cried myself to sleep that night,Tears of joy, of course. I woke up on a cold, hard surface. Surprised that I didn't wake up to the sound of my alarm clock, I stumbled onto my feet. “Where am I?” I ask one of the faces beside me. “Hey why won't you answer me?!I yelled. But then I realize that it is just the mini Statue of Liberty. I looked around. Wait is that my house? I think. It's on fire, so is the city. Car and smoke alarms are going off, it was chaos. Wait isn't this the same news I heard of in town? Well except for the part where the Minecraft creeper came in, and when the Wither shot that stray chicken with one of his heads, and when the ender dragon swooped down and ate Herobrine, and when the Iron Golem killed that cave spider into next week, that was cool! Believe it or not the world was in pixel, and not just any pixel, Minecraft pixel. It was awesome. I could hardly believe that our world converted into a real life videogame! I was running around in circles until somebody turned off the
In the poem “The Double Play”, the author uses metaphors, words, and phrases to suggest turning a double play in baseball is like a dance. Some words throughout the poem could be used to connect the idea of a double play being like dancing. One word that could suggest this is, the word used “poised”, “Its flight to the running poised second baseman” (12). Poised in this sense could mean that the player knows what he is doing and has mastered the double play, while a dancer can be poised meaning light and graceful. Another word in this poem that relate to a double play and dancing is the term “pirouettes”, “Pirouettes / leaping, above the slide, to throw” (13-14). The player is described to be doing a pirouette in the double play while in the
I packed my things into a small U-Haul. We were leaving the town I had always known, Houston, to go someplace I barely knew, a small town named Navasota. We moved when I was four because my parents wanted us to experience a small town like they had grown up in. Would I find new friends? Would the people there like me?
Dramatic Monologues The dramatic monologue features a speaker talking to a silent listener about a dramatic event or experience. The use of this technique affords the reader an intimate knowledge of the speaker's changing thoughts and feelings. In a sense, the poet brings the reader inside the mind of the speaker. (Glenn Everett online) Like a sculpturer pressing clay to form a man, a writer can create a persona with words. Every stroke of his hand becomes his or her own style, slowly creating this stone image.
Ever wondered what it's like to feel the sharp pain of getting stabbed? I'll tell you this, it isn't too great. For starters, it feels like you are being hit by a truck, but the truck is small, and very sharp. Know why I know this? Well, that's because I decided to play hero to protect the love of my life. Now that I look back at it, I'm glad I saved her. If not, I would not be alive today. I wouldn't be standing upon this platform looking into a sold out, speaking into a microphone about how in the world I created this little ball. So yeah, here I am talking to God knows how many people about how I am now considered a "genius". Well let us begin then, shall we? ~ Kuro says with the power ball in his hands, and a big smile pasted on his face as he looks into the crowd on the podium.
Jackie Kranz Ms. Sentner Period 5 October 17, 2017 Ava & Lily Lily - I was bored. I had something to eat, watched some television, played with my Nintendo, did my homework, and it was still only eight o’ clock. My friend Ariel was out, and I sat looking at the goldfish swimming around their tank, wondering what I could do. Then the telephone rang, and my life changed forever.
But was I glad? Really glad somebody left me alone in the dirt? Why did I want to be alone so badly I would hurt a person to accomplish it? I wanted to cry, but nothing would come. Pain held tight like a fist.
Hi Melinda. I am excited to see another small town Texas girl in class. Have you always lived in a small town? We moved here from Round Rock eleven years ago. I love it. I get how busy it is to work full time and be a single mom. My husband and I separated two years ago next month. Most of the time it is me and my gang of seven blessings. It doesn’t leave much time for extras. I will definitely be keeping you in my prayers.
In the wee hours of the morning time moved like dripping tar. The saturnine darkness slinked into every fissure, every crevice of the old theater corrupting all that it touched. A lonesome stage stood waiting for an actor, a comedian, a singer, or any artist to once again use its firm platform to entertain a new. Long had the theater lay dormant. Too many years had passed since the last play had worked its magic for an enthralled audience. Without warning the sound of sobbing broke the quiet of night. Beneath the stage a wretched man lay captive within a small cell. His hair matted, his face dirty and unshaven, his eyes were blood shot from endless tears. And then he jumped like an animal to cling from the bars. He tossed his head back to howl
Read this, okay? I've tried to stop caring, but I can't. I'm sick of being worried about you, so tell me wtf is wrong? Why do you "give up"? Tell me what happened.
The street is packed, with loads of fans in every direction who are very excited to see the casts make their way down the carpet towards the entrance of the theatre. Tonight is the premiere night of Natalie’s movie, and Caleb is pretty much excited. The cast have arrived, and Caleb pushes his self through the crowd, trying to get a better view of the stars. Thanks to his height, he sees Natalie walking down the carpet in her red sophisticated gown that flows beautifully down to her ankles. He can’t take his eyes off her.
My heart was pounding out of my chest and my palms were sweating profusely. I was about to head into my first college audition and I was petrified. I had been preparing my monologues for months and yet I didn’t feel ready. A little voice in the back of my mind kept whispering to me “You won’t get in.
You’re sitting in a back ally of an amateur theatre in Paris, fog settling on the cobblestones creating a sea of dappled grey. The year is 1870 and you had just been turned away from a backstage position at a small theatre in the western quarter in Paris, sadly your dreams had been crushed with a mere, “sorry (Y/N) you’re not what we’re looking for.” Crushed and dejected you took a moment outside to fall apart, you had only just moved to Paris from the country side and you needed a job. You had very little money to your name and you had rent as well as expenses to pay neither of which you could afford. “Come on (Y/N) pull yourself together,” you whisper to yourself, standing as you do so, your knees cracking in protest the cold seeping into
Good afternoon Wes, This is my reply to your rebuttal. 1. I was not in your office for that long. 2. Many more issues were brought to your attention besides those three.
Title??? I thought I was safe. I thought that I was safe with her. I guess I thought a lot of things
The purring of an engine gently woke me up. My first thought was that I was kidnapped. But I didn’t have enough stamina to care. Looking around, I tried to spot whoever it was that picked me up. I couldn’t see much