1776 Lakeview Blvd: A Short Story

The short story The Street of the Canon is about a Hidalgo man that sneaks into the village San Juan Iglesias. Once he is in and at the celebration for the town he charms a girls chaperone into letting him dance with Sarita (the girl). During this dance they talk about three guys who attempted to rob a grave in order to steal a mans bones. After this first dance the stranger asks Sarita to dance the plaza, a sign of marriage in this country during this setting. After she declines everyone circles the table of food to find that there is an opened package. They discovered inside the package is cheese from Hidalgo, and that the stranger had slipped out safely during the distraction, they believed he had left the package of cheese and that he was

I somehow knew what my aunt would say to me when I answered the ringing phone in my hand. There was an unexplainable, sickening feeling in my abdomen that told me something was wrong. Hesitating, I frantically tried to think of what else it could be before finally clicking “answer.” The cold surface of my phone pressed up to my ear, and my aunt spoke words that I will never forget.

“Wake up, put shoes on and come downstairs to eat,” my grandmother says as she's opening the curtains in my room. As she walks out the room, she turns around and says “Do you want tortillas with your chorizo and frijoles so I can heat a couple up.” Even though she leaves the room without my answer, in her head, already knowing my answer.

The historic Sixth Street is in Austin, Texas' entertainment district part of the city's downtown section. This street provides the background for what has made Austin known to residents and visitors worldwide as the "Live Music Capital of the World." Most of the nightlife takes place in the area known as the "West Sixth" which is the stretch running west from Congress Street. Appreciate the Victorian style buildings in this registered historic part of town. The eastern part of Sixth Street between Congress and I-35, affectionately known as the "Dirty Sixth," is where you want to head for all the good bars, clubs, and music venues. The Dirty Sixth is also where many music and film festivals can be found. If you are looking for a non-stop good

“Good. Now I’m sorry for yelling at you but I just need to focus on driving someti—.”

Sargent Andrew Ford was relieved. He was finally ending seven months of deployment in Afghanistan and was getting ready to see his wife. Mentally tired and physically exhausted, his entire goal was to reconnect with his life and enjoy being with his family after months apart. Unlike most soldiers returning from tour, he had a surprise that went beyond his homecoming. When he saw his wife for the first time after seven months, he was going to tell her about his jackpot win.

This story happened back in 1972-1973 in a town called Channelview Texas. The Author mentions that he never told about this to anyone until his 52 years, and says he is really lucky for not haven’t seen one after he left Texas as well as he is no looking for one. He sent a letter to Bobby telling him about this event, telling him to feel free to tell him anything because he is in the

Hi James, I am a camper here at the Camp Green Lake. There was an incident here at camp and I need your help. You see I was digging my hole to build character and the warden here poked me with a pitchfork as a punishment.

Paul Bogard writes this passage in thought of explaining to the audience how much darkness is important. Bogard begins with personal experience "At my family's cabin on a Minnesota lake" to describe and compare what it was like back in the day. With figurative language, like idiom, he uses it to describe the night skies that "left smoky trails" and was "dark enough for the Milky Way". It can provide a connection to the audience, as some "...over 35 are perhaps... to have known truly dark nights."

Slam! The door behind us slams shut because one of the idiotic crew members forgot I told Steven to be a look out and only four of us were going in. It was Lucy, Frank, Josh, and I going into the Bushnell Police Department. We were in need of ammo or just some type of weapons. Lucy had a crowbar, Frank had a wood baseball bat with nails in it, Josh had a Katana but it was on its last stand, and I had a Glock 19 with two bullets and an old pipe I found when we went through ST.Louis. We are heading north because the “infected” can’t move well when it is cold outside and it helps more if it is snowing. But we ran into a problem. Josh needs a new weapon and Frank got bit on the leg. When someone gets bit they only last about 20 hours then they get a fever, stomach ache, sharp pains in the back or stomach area, and many more problems. So that leaves us here, in a police station with a guy who can turn into an infected any second. Plus we don’t know who or what is inside the station. People that are alive say infected are more of an easy target than humans. We are only 7 meters into the station and I seen something move down the hall. I brought up my gun so that it was eye height with me. We slowly walked down the hall looking from one room to another. Once we got to the end of the station, near the back where they kept the cells, we seen him. It looked like a young boy maybe 17-18 years of age.

“Drive careful, and I’ll see you later,” Margaret said, returning to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner.

They all had the same date and had Alex Baker written in the top right corner. My heart tightened as my shaking hands grabbed the first letter, worried of what was written inside. As I sliced open the first letter a piece of small lined paper was inside, it

Sleep is another common symbol for death, and "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" is filled with the essence of sleep. Every element of the poem works together to create a lullaby effect, calling the speaker and reader to a "lovely, dark and deep" sleep (474). The gentle imagery of the downy soft snow and easy wind, combined with the cadence and meter of the poem creates a lulling, rocking, soothing effect. The AABB rhyme scheme and the iambic quatrameter create a lullaby feeling, easing the reader in to a comfortable sleep.

Late night phone calls never end well, and this one was no exception. My mom answered the shrill ring of the landline early one Wednesday morning and was greeted by her sisters solemn voice. Aunt Mary told her that their mother wasn’t able to swallow food anymore; an obvious problem that had all the more meaning to her. Barely a month before, grandma’s sister, my Great Aunt Maureen, after a long period of declining health, quickly passed away after loosing her ability to swallow. It seemed that grandma would follow her sister’s example. Mom hung up the phone, the weight of the world settling around her shoulders, and booked a flight for the small Irish town she grew up in.

Loose Sentence: I saw a flock of geese overhead, honking and making their way to the river.