Hmm…how to start, well I’m Lucy and my mom planned this vacation without telling anyone! I mean I have a life you know? She doesn’t think about anyone, she says it will be fun, but it really won’t be. She says she knows what’s in my best interest but she doesn’t, she should’ve asked me if I wanted to go, because I don’t. Although I wouldn’t have minded going somewhere for summer, but I had already planned thing like going to friends’ houses, shopping, and sitting around doing nothing. Even my dad didn’t want to go; he complained he was too busy. But moms mind was set, she told everyone to pack, we leave tomorrow. I didn’t even know where we were going just that I filled my suitcase with clothes and put in it the trunk of the car. I got in the leather covered car seats, with my trusty pillow and blanket. Before I knew it I was out, I woke up about…an hour or so later. I looked out of the window the grass blowing in the wind, the sky as blue as a lake not a cloud in the sky. I sat up right “dad where are we going” the car stayed silent for a couple minutes then I heard the deep voice of my dad “where going to Spring Lake.” It sounded nice I thought hopefully there’s a lake and that’s not just the name of the park. “How long until we get there?” I heard the squeak of my mother’s high pitched voice “soon sweetheart, soon.” I decided I should sleep, since my parents hadn’t been helpful in telling me when we would be getting to Spring Lake. Another hour later I felt the lurch of the car and the seatbelt tighten around my waist, I sat up and stretched my arms, I noticed the car was parked and the engine of the car is off. In front of us is a two story cabin, just like Lincoln logs, I unbuckled my seat belt and stepped out of the car... ... middle of paper ... ...t Waka Beach. I opened up the photos app and waited; soon enough there was the body, still as cold and dead looking as ever. So…I wasn’t dreaming? It was all real? Someone was chasing me? My first thought was do I tell my parent or do I pretend it never happened? I’ve seen mystery movies before, and the mystery solver always is captured or hurt even though they always catch the bad guy in the end. No one just becomes a mystery solver overnight either, “Lucy,” I said aloud “you are way in over your head” and turned out the lights. The smell of waffles with syrup awoke me; the sun was out, not a cloud in the sky again. I through on an old ratty tatty sweatshirt and went downstairs, “what cook ‘in doc?” I asked with a wink. My mother’s warm smile spread across her face, strawberries and whipped cream where on top of the table, golden brown waffles rest on white plate.
I arrived at my grandma’s house in bewilderment. The smell of flavored pork and freshly made red sauce wafted out of the windows and rose with the sound of laughter. The family was already there: all four of my aunts elbow deep into bowls of chicken, pork, sauces; my cousins and a couple of uncles with rolled up sleeves spreading
As the last story of James Joyce's short story collection, The Dubliners, "The Dead" is about a young Dubliner's one day of attending his aunts' party and his emotional changes after the party ends. In the paralyzed city the young man feels the atmosphere of death everywhere. And he often has misunderstandings with people, especially women including his wife. From the main character Gabriel's experience, we can see his personal life is in a strained circumstances. This difficult situation is probably caused by his failure to deal with the relationship with the female characters. Many events happen in the story prove that he can not get a real freedom until he understands the value of woman to improve the mutual relationship.
I wasn’t even outside but I could feel the warm glow the sun was projecting all across the campsite. It seemed as if the first three days were gloomy and dreary, but when the sun on the fourth day arose, it washed away the heartache I had felt. I headed out of the trailer and went straight to the river. I walked to the edge, where my feet barely touched the icy water, and I felt a sense of tranquility emanate from the river. I felt as if the whole place had transformed and was back to being the place I loved the most. That day, when we went out on the boat, I went wakeboarding for the first time without my grandma. While I was up on the board and cutting through the wake of the boat, it didn’t feel like the boat was the one pulling and guiding me, it felt like the river was pushing and leading me. It was always nice to receive the reassurance from my grandma after wakeboarding, but this time I received it from my surroundings. The trees that were already three times the size of me, seemed to stand even taller as I glided past them on the river. The sun encouraged me with its brightness and warmth, and the River revitalized me with its powerful currents. The next three days passed by with ease, I no longer needed to reminisce of what my trips used to be like. Instead, I could be present in the moment, surrounded by the beautiful natural
There is a common saying that “only two things in life are certain, death and taxes.” In her 2003 New York Times bestselling novel, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers, Mary Roach explores the former through twelve gripping chapters that range from the exhumation of the recently deceased to crash testing performed by automotive companies. Stiff is an account of Roach’s journey into the taboo question of “what happens to our bodies after we die?” Her central argument comes from the experiences that she has uncovering all of the ways bodies are, and have been, used to advance science and humankind. She wants cadavers to be recognized for their contributions to science. Additionally, she dedicates a chapter to discussing what she would
I woke up to the sound of my mom calling my name. ‘’Just five more minutes,’’ I said as I pulled the covers over my head. ‘’We’re going to Yosemite.’’ my mom said. My mom finally dragged me out of bed. I trudged into the bathroom and then brushed my teeth and got dressed. ‘’Well look who got up.’’ my grandma yelled. My sister ruffled my hair. ‘’Hey bro.’’ my sister said sitting down for breakfast. I went and joined her. “Do you want cereal or french toast?” asked my grandma. “I’ll have cereal please.” I said. We all ate breakfast and packed some backpacks with waters and got on the road by 8:30. My sister sang a song I didn’t recognize. “What song is that?” I asked. “Heart of gold” she replied. “Never heard of it” I said. We pulled up to the
Geoffrey Chaucer’s ‘The Pardoner’s Tale’ (The Canterbury Tales 2012) and Christopher Marlowe’s Doctor Faustus both contain the theme of death, a personified representation of death and death itself. Chaucer and Marlowe have provided works which use the notion of good and evil as well as the well-known Seven Deadly Sins as a way to corrupt characters souls, leading to their deaths. Marlowe has also used the Faustian Pact as a way to lead characters to damnation. This has been achieved through the use of language and structure, imagery and macabre. These elements will be discussed in relation to my own creative writing work, specifically the Faustian pact in the working title ‘Hell on Earth.
“Hey kids come on get in!” My dad yelled across the parking lot. Reilly, Olivia and I were going camping with our dads just for the weekend. We got in the car and began our 2 hour drive to Hocking Hills. It was a boring drive, and we were cramped in the back with all of the camping gear, tents, food, clothes, bedding. Eventually we got to the campground and set up our tents. It was a nice cozy little area. We had woods all around us except in front of us where the car was. Reilly, Olivia and my tent was in the middle of our dads’ tents. After we had everything set up we did some exploring in the woods. We didn’t know what secrets it held.
What happens after death? There are multiple different beliefs about this one popular topic. Journeying through the afterlife, through the eyes of an Egyptian, is very different from the stories we are all to familiar with, Such as the Bible. The Book of the Dead doesn’t have a collection of doctrine, or a statement of faith. This book is a full of several magic spells and formulas that Egyptians practiced to help guide their way to the afterlife. The ‘book’ is beautifully illustrated roll of papyrus written in hieroglyphic script. The script was intended to be a guide for the recently deceased during their path to the Underworld. It will also help them make
It seemed like a normal day when I entered Mrs. A’s AP Language and Composition class, but little did I know that she was going to assign a very important project that was going to take forever. I took my seat and wrote down what was on the board. Then I sat patiently and waited for Mrs. A to come explain what we were doing today. When the tardy bell rang, Mrs. A glided into the room and gave us all a stack of papers. She then proceeded to discuss our upcoming assignment, a memoir. As she explained the very important assignment, I wondered whom I would write about. No one really came to mind to write about and I thought for sure I would never be able to get this thing done on time. I finally decided that I would write in on my mother, Kari Jenson. I knew I would probably put the project off until the very end and do it the weekend before even though it would get on my mom’s nerves. Putting work off was just how I did everything, it worked for me. When I arrived home from school that day, I told mom about the project. I told her I would most likely write it about her and she was overjoyed.
The fleeting changes that often accompany seasonal transition are especially exasperated in a child’s mind, most notably when the cool crisp winds of fall signal the summer’s end approaching. The lazy routine I had adopted over several months spent frolicking in the cool blue chlorine soaked waters of my family’s bungalow colony pool gave way to changes far beyond the weather and textbooks. As the surrounding foliage changed in anticipation of colder months, so did my family. My mother’s stomach grew larger as she approached the final days of her pregnancy and in the closing hours of my eight’ summer my mother gently awoke me from the uncomfortable sleep of a long car ride to inform of a wonderful surprise. No longer would we be returning to the four-story walk up I inhabited for the majority of my young life. Instead of the pavement surrounding my former building, the final turn of our seemingly endless journey revealed the sprawling grass expanse of a baseball field directly across from an unfamiliar driveway sloping in front of the red brick walls that eventually came to be know as home.
When I was younger my parents would take my sister and I to a spot near Pine Point around the same time in August for the end of our summer vacation. It was something that we could look forward to all year and we knew that no two years would be the same. There were new restaurants that would open up and also places with different types of activities such as a multilevel arcade. It was not the differences that I would look forward to though, but the things that were exactly the same. The camp site that we would stay at was always exactly the same as well as the quality time spent with family. No matter what the weather was like, nobody was worried, because just the time away from home secluded with your family was enough to keep us happy. This is a perfect example of why every time you travel, you do not need to go to a new
On our way there, I was so nervous, I thought I wasn’t going to make it. My heart seemed like it was struggling to beat, my eyes were unfocused and staring hauntedly into the distance, and my breath was staggered and short. I could feel my hands begin to quake and become clammy. I honestly didn’t know what I was so afraid of. I tried my best to force my dazed eyes to focus on something, anything. I would stare out the window into the frosty, breezy air.
The Cemetery-Personal Narrative I remember it like it was yesterday. Infact, it was yesterday. My parents were leaving for a couple of days, so I could do anything I wanted. I called Amy, a girl I know from school. After we got off the phone, I knew it was time.
While walking by the shore I was amazed by the soft smooth sand beneath my feet, it seemed like all the worries I had throughout the year were finally erased. There was a rock facing the ocean that it thought was really cool, so I decided to settle there for a moment to appreciate the view, I closed my eyes for a second letting myself comforted by the sounds of the ocean, the sounds the waves were making against the rocks was impressive. Spending a few more minutes on the rock I decided to go back. Tying to help my parents for making breakfast, they sent me and my brother to get bread, and a few croissants at the bakery. My brother was driving while I was still wondering the landscape, I thought it was interesting how this island contained a mix between mountains, and beaches. At the table, conversations were spontaneous and positives, I forgot how fun breakfast could be when spending with family. That day we had has a plan to go to the beach, my mom could guess what me and my father had in mind. It was scuba diving and hunting with harpoons, but before we had to first buy the necessary equipment, and study the fishes we could hunt, since some were protected, and review the fishes that were edible. Finally done with preparation we headed to the beach, me and my dad waited that day for so long, being a big fan of hunting, I was quite impressed by the number of variety the Mediterranean Sea could provide, also what really shocked
I jumped out of the car with my two sisters and ran to the bathroom. When we left the bathroom, we walked back to the car. We saw that our dad was still putting gas in the car, so we went into the store to buy some sweets. I bought “warheads” that said extremely sour, and a bag of chips called “baked with fire” that looked like they would taste really hot. When we purchased our food, we walked back to the car. As soon as we started driving, I opened my bag of chips. I was so scared that they would be extremely hot. For that reason, I also bought a bottle of water. I opened it before I took a bite out of the chip. Luckily, they were not hot at all! I grabbed my sour candy and tasted it. My face changed so quickly; that I started to squint my eyes and point my lips. I could not take another bite of it because it was really sour! Eventually, I was not hungry anymore. Probably because I ate my whole bag of chips and a sandwich. When I finished eating, I was feeling exhausted, so I took a long nap. I woke up, and dad told me that we only needed to drive for one more hour. While we were driving through town, we saw a row of trees on fire! It was so smoky that we could barely see the street we were driving on. I felt scared for life and terrified that we might crash. After a few more minutes of driving, the smoke cleared up and we could see again. Finally, the hour passed and we arrived in California. Mrs.