Taste_ cupcakes looks tasty like grandma’s favorite pumpkin dessert, cover in a thick layer of dark and heavy chocolate, decorated with sweet letters like a book full of a lot of homework. It looks gorgeous colored as the rose garden, having as topic that sour cream melting on top like the snow melt for some sunlight. It tastes sweet like the honey leaving your mouth irresistible to eat it in slow motion, closing your eyes trying to identifying the mix of flavor as we do when eating skittles.
Crunchy tacos are the best, it might looks boring but when you put then in your mouth magic happens. It makes you close your eyes and it take you from one place to another in less than a hundred of a second. The taste is ridiculous great that it becomes a paradise in your mouth that only you can see with your eyes closed.
Feel_ going for a hike early in the morning when the sun still sleeping I look to the peaks I feel cold
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They don’t want the white, pure, and delicate snow to be hurt while landing on the rocky and ugly ground. The trees are green no more, they have risen and united themselves for this special season. I see these tall trees expanding their leaves like humans extend their arms to hug someone, so they can be like a trampoline to the fragile snow.
I can see, the sun coming up, I listen to the birds synchronized songs, they’re happy to see the sun once again. I see them jump from branch to branch stretching their muscles and getting ready to leave home and go on a new adventure.
I see the night making its approach from far away, like a swat team breaking into a house without previous notice. The stars’ shine like the bright lights at the disco making humans to move at their own rhythm. The breeze touches my window trying to find a safe place to pass the scary and dark
In the poem, it seems that somebody is inside his or her dwelling place looking outside at a tree. The person is marveling at how the tree can withstand the cold weather, continuous snow, and other harsh conditions that the winter brings. Witnessed throughout the days of winter by the person in the window, the tree’s bark stays strong, however the winter snow has been able to penetrate it. The tree becomes frozen, but it is strong enough to live throughout the winter until the spring relieves its suffering. When spring finally arrives, the effects of winter can no longer harm the tree. The freezing stage is gone, and the tree can give forth new life and growth in the springtime.
And this is where we start with our image. Then Oliver adds, “began here this morning and all day” (2-3) which immediately changes your image to this beginning of the day where the snow is only just starting to fall. Also, Oliver seems to personify the snow by saying “it’s white rhetoric everywhere”(4-5) by giving the sense of knowledge to the snow. Oliver is showing this knowledge that the snow has by playing with this word “rhetoric” meaning having the art of persuasive speaking, so it shows how this snow is grabbing our attention. And then it continues with “calling us back to why, how, whence such beauty and what the meaning;” (6-8) this changes your image of snow greatly to making you think of snow as a greater power leading you to seek questions. This is an automatic change from snow to self. Then it transitions back to the focus back on snow, “flowing past windows,” (9-10) and you are then again transferred back to this image of snow fluttering through the wind, but you also have your thoughts of the unknown and you are relating it to the snow all of this unknown is just floating
I stepped into the middle of the road and just stood there, the lights stretching in either direction, glowing in the deep chilly air. I could see my own breath, could feel my own warmth as it formed right there in front of me. Behind me, our house looked dark, faint lingering of I'd walk a million miles, and I wasn't even sure if it was really playing or if I was imagining the familiar, the same way a bright light remain when you close your eyelids, the way I imagine that the sight of an eclipse would burn its image into your eyes forever(pg.
Have you ever wondered how to separate the wonderful colors from the candy itself? What will the candy turn into when they separate it from the dyes? They wanted to see if they could find a more natural way to make the candy colorful, so that it wouldn’t cause so many health issues. They think that it will separate from the candy fine without any problems and that the Skittles will turn into a white-ish color and the M&M’s will be a chocolate color. The paragraphs in this essay consist of- what is the dye made of, how it can damage humans, and how to take away the dye from the candy.
Another day sleeping awaywith the minutes slowly passing staring at the ceiling wondering how to escape the outside world.
Spike Jonze's 2013 film, Her, refuses to be boxed into a single genre, but rather, straddles the divide between many, and culminating in a movie that is part science fiction, part drama, and part romantic comedy. The film centres around Theodore, an anti-social writer who - in an attempt to feel less isolated after divorcing his childhood sweetheart- purchases an intelligent operating system, that he quickly begins a relationship with. All of the recurring female characters in the film, namely his operating system, Samantha, and ex-wife Catherine, are defined largely by their, ultimately, unfulfilling relationships with Theodore, lending the conclusion that the construction of feminine fictive selves in Her helps to deconstruct the Manic Pixie Dream Girl trope, as it highlights the absurdity of treating women as surfaces on to which the main character can project his needs,
“When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy’s been swinging them.” Childhood is represented when the branches swing Frost thinks there is a boy swinging on them. Adulthood is represented by straighter darker trees because darker is a reference to older trees just by the nature of the color as compared to a birch tree which is white or light in color. “But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice storms do. Often you must have seen them Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning. After a rain. They click upon themselves As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel....
In winter, there are many great activities to do and play. First, winter contains something that no other season contains which is snow. A numerous amount of people like to play in the snow and play a variety of games. They are making a snowman, having a snowball fight, or even making snow angles. Then, there are more games to play that involve snow like skiing, hockey, even snowboarding. There are also some people who have never seen snow so they eventually become fascinated with it.Winter can make people feel a variety of emotions and make “your mood lighten up”
As the sky begins to brighten to a gray, and the stars that were so brilliant just seconds ago begin to grow dim, my imagination starts to picture things moving that are really nothing but shadows in the trees. It is as if the shadows are racing around trying to find their owners before the sun peeks its gleaming face up over the horizon. A deer jumps from its bed, scaring the horses and pumping a quart of adrenaline through my system, as my pistol jumps to my hand. Once I realize it is just a deer, I put my pistol back in its holster.
The snow that was predicted to be several inches by the end of the weekend quickly piled up to around eight inches by that evening. At times, the snow was falling so heavily you could hardly see the streetlights that glistened like beacons in a sea of snow. With the landscape draped in white, the trees hangi...
Everything stops for that moment, like in the poem. I think it’s the lumber making sure no other trees are coming down with the tree that already fell. Once they realize, no other trees are coming down with the one that just fell, they go back to work on killing more trees. “were not the one dead, turned to their affairs (524).” My opinion is that in the poems we did read from Frost he talked a lot about nature and was very detailed is his description’s on nature.
There are many myths and misunderstandings about chocolate. For example, chocolate is not addictive. Many people might consider themselves “chocoholics”, but the fact of the matter is that there is now actual chemical addiction. Researchers, instead, insist that chocolate cravings are stimulated by the “sensory properties”, such as the smell, taste and texture, of chocolate (Brody Pars. 26). In a study concerning the satisfaction of a chocolate craving, one group was given a milk chocolate bar, one group was given a white chocolate bar that contains no actual cocoa, one group was given a capsule of cocoa powder, a...
The dull light of the sun somehow manages to kindle my senses in a way I had never seen or felt before. Everything felt like it came to a standstill and the effect of the light made the scene look like one in a painting. The waves break gently into white foam on the black beach. The small crystals in the sand glimmer and twinkle brilliantly against the sunrays. The seagulls ride with the wind and the soft sand cushions my toes.
Let’s face it, a good, creamy chocolate cake does a lot for a lot of people” said Audrey Hepburn and I agree. As we’ve settled more into the 21st century year after year , people come up with the coolest ideas on serving desserts. The biggest trend over the past few years is cupcakes. I once read that “desserts spelled backwards is stressed” and that’s exactly how I feel after a long week of chaos. What better to easy that then trying one of the new modern types of cupcakes or desserts. People are coming up with new and creative ways of satisfying that crave.
The silver moon suspends in the velvet sky, glowing dimly. Moonlight travels through the yellowish leaves and sheds on the land. I see the obscure, indistinct shadows of the trees are swaying on the floor letting me have the illusion of thousands of devils dancing slyly in the night, planning some evil trick. The hazy mist surrounds the street making it more mysterious and attractive, and the bright...