Sumitville is a city with 1,000,000 people in it. It's is prosperous city because it has a great economy, government, and social structure. The city is also very well maintained and fits the peoples needs. All basic things needed for the city to function were made within its borders....
My first impression of Miss Vicki was a highly authorative figure
towering over me. Her voice boomed and the earth shook whenever she marched. She
seemed like such an unapproachable and distant person. That was in the first
year of High School. She was my Literature teacher then.
During my first...
Rain clouds began to tear themselves away from the jagged peaks of the Koolau
range and rays broke through the clouds and beat down on the muddy water of
Pearl Bay. Bobby glanced toward them, but his mind was elsewhere. He paced back
and forth along the isolated stretch of the narrow beach. Now and...
Hello! The grandmother and granddaughter in this short story are nameless; we only know the name of the grandmother's daughter, Sylvie. The story makes it obvious that both the grandmother and granddaughter do not get along. We soon find out why: the grandmother had Sylvie out of wedlock and had a...
Again without fail the bell rings
and as the loud annoying sound chimes
penetrateing my erardrums.
I stumble over the books that I have droped on the floor.
rainboots still squeeking from the rain that drenched my brand new outfit.
I wonder how my rest of the day shall be.
our eyes meet,...
Imagine you are either a soldier in the trenches or a woman back at home during WW1. Write your diary at the end of the week. Include your thoughts and feelings. (400 words)
20[th] December 1915
Tonight is a cold night. I am freezing. It has been like this for the...
If only everyone knew the evil that runs through this kid's mind, they would realize how funny he can be. When I began freshmen year I didn't know who he was or what he was like. He seemed abnormally quiet and maybe a bit strange.
Being on sports teams for 4 years with him, helped me to get to...
Dawn looked out the window hopelessly as the train rolled over the
Syria border. Her black lab, Billy, sat next to her, his tongue hanging out
in exhaustion. Dawn was remembering her long boring journey from
California headed to Iraq.
First, she got on a bus from her house in Sacramento, to the...
Approximately fifty years ago, I met five boys at kindergarten in the city of Nashville. What makes this fact somewhat unusual is that the other night, I met them again for dinner. Somehow, through all these years, the six of us have survived the mine field of holding on to friends and we are still...
With your small backpack slung over your left shoulder, you took in a deep breath of the crisp fall air before breaking into a smile and letting your gaze drop to the ground, watching the vibrant colored leaves crunch underneath your feet.
Not looking back up as you walked closer to the bus stop,...
"This has simply gone too far!" were the words that echoed menacingly
through Bradley's room, which was engulfed in an endless stream of
paperwork. University life was not agreeing with Bradley the way he had
anticipated - his life, it seemed, had become little more than completing
one paper after...
Christmas is a joyous time for all but; it was not a joyous time for the family. Two days before Christmas on December 23, 1988, my parents were fighting about everything. They were yelling, screaming and cursing all through the house. As usual, I ran to my room to hide from the noise and that...
It was a dark and stormy Halloween night and Sal and Jess her best
friend were at Sal's house for the night to watch movies.
Knock, Knock, Knock, "Sal, someones at the door do you want me to answer
it?", Jess yelled to Sal who was upstairs doing her hair in the bathroom.
"Yeah Cool Jess its...
It was the middle of springtime and across from my house where the
incident took place. There was a lake there in which my brother and I loved to
explore from time to time. The humidity and waterdrops where reminiscent of a
fully functional sauna. The onslaught of heat and burning glow of the sun...
To who ever finds this letter,
My name is Ted Jones and I am 15 years old.
I am writing to you to tell you what life is like in the 1990's so you can
compare it to your life. I am also writing because you may find it
interesting to read about the past in the first hand.
I have three sisters, Lucy...