Susan was a petite young woman with a meek exterior and a raging fire inside. It was a fire of excitement, of adrenaline and thrill seeking. Today, she sought to feed that fire. There was a rock wall, located in a sprawling state park, that boasted to be one of the most dangerous in the state. It ran along a powerful water fall and was not for the faint of heart. One might be surprised, by looking at her, that she would attempt such a thing. But she had conquered white rapids and triathlons, and today she would conquer this. She had taken a winding steep path, difficult to navigate, to prepare for the climb. As she walked she admired the beauty of nature, absorbing the sights and smells. She couldn’t help but smile, this was her environment. This made her feel alive. She had come to the park just as dawn broke and relished in the peacefulness. She had always been most comfortable when she was alone. The path elevated wound along a river and she could hear the thundering water of the falls. She turned a corner with anticipation and stood in awe. The fall was huge, stretching high into the sky. She had to crane her neck to see the top. Water fell in torrents of white sheets and crashed into a foamy bottom. Birds circled overhead, screeching. A great wooden bridge stretched from the end of her path across to the other side. She walked to the center of it and stopped, closing her eyes and letting the water mist over her. She could smell the old wood. She turned, enjoying the
In this society, people have grown to believe that your gender is what defines who you are and what you do. By using gender-based clothing such as dresses and overalls, life events, and the importance of choice, Lee suggests that gender roles can’t be pushed upon someone because they must choose and accept it themselves.
Deportation has been around for quite some time, but has only now become a controversial topic due to the high incarceration and deportation rate in the last decade. According to Tanya Maria Golash-Boza, sociology professor at UC Merced, and author of the book Deported Immigrant Policing, Disposable Labor, and Global Capitalism, Obama and his administration deport more than 1000 immigrants a day. In the year 2012 the Obama administration established, “an all-time record high of more than 400,000 deportees” (Golash-Boza). What is more surprising is the fact that in 2012 more individuals were deported then the sum of all the individuals deported before the year 1997 (Golash-Boza). Mass migration of illegal immigrants began with the end of Keynesianism and the beginning of the neoliberalism. The ramifications of Neoliberalism has not only affected the us economy, but U.S. laws that directly influences the well-being of illegal immigrants.
The old kingdom is the third kingdom out of all three.The first and second ruled for four centuries. Around 2700 bc the old kingdom rose to power. The old kingdom lased from 2700 bc to 2200 bc. The belief of the egyptian political system is that a pharaoh is both a king and a god the egyptians believed the a pharaoh came to earth so they gave him power over everything three things the pharaoh was held responsible for crops didn't grow if diseases struck and make trade profitable and prevent wars
HE RIVERFRONT BUSTLED WITH ACTIVITY. She sat on her favorite bench and absorbed her surroundings. The warm, humid breeze across her face felt heavenly. The brilliant blue, cloudless sky created the perfect Louisiana morning. A flash of white caught her eye. An egret began its graceful descent. This was where she grew up, where her life changed forever. Loneliness has become a permanent part of her life now. She was among the living, but not really with them. It was time to leave the pain behind and search for true love once again.
She was getting drained and her hands hurt from the rust on the rungs. Sweat dripped from her nose. At such great height, the wind whistled around her. She looked up; another hundred feet to go. As she continued her arduous climb Elmira thought to herself, “God, how did I get here?
The leaf litter underneath crunched and crackled as Colette approached the border. She ducked beneath the lowest branches of the trees, maneuvered around the shrubbery that blocked her path. She closed her eyes when she felt the gust of cold air. Her feet dug into the soil, gaining small footholds as she carefully navigated through tricky foliage. Stray beams of moonlight dappled her shirt, and the eerie silence kept her focused—alert. She could hardly hear her own breath, but that was largely out of her own volition. She chose to hold her breath, exhaling slowly as her eyes scanned what had been in front of her.
Edna was walking down the beach. She drew in a deep breath as a means of attempting to bring her surroundings back into focus. Soon enough the waves were no longer misty blurs and the sun no longer a hazy warm glow in a washed out gray sky. Everything looked more vibrant and full of life than ever before. The sky was a bouncing blue like the eyes of a playful child. The ocean shined brighter, as if the stars had been picked down from the heavens and submerged in to the water. The air lighter, softer, and more peaceful gently grazed and caressed Edna’s body, which also felt lighter, softer, and more at peace. She lied herself down in the sand that felt like plush velvet cushions, and with her mind clear and at ease, she drifted into an effortless sleep.
She was so caught up in its undeniable beauty that, for a moment, she almost dismissed her surroundings, and the pain that her body embraced. Almost. She inhaled deeply, bringing herself back to reality and taking in the smell of Mother Nature’s conquest. She had gotten used to the lingering scent of death for the past seven years, that it was merely an undertone of the smells of the small forest growing in the forgotten mall she was condemned to.
About a mile and a half up from where they were camped, she came to a spot where the river crossed the road; what appeared to be a structure of some sort, maybe a covered bridge or something, was visible on the other side of the channel. It could have been an out-building from a farm forced into the river by the force of so much rain falling at once…
When she finally reached the lake she noticed that it was clean and very clearer than the river by her house. On the side of the lake she found a small beach where the sand’s texture was so smooth it felt good
When she finally reached the lake she noticed that it was clean and very clearer than the river by her house. On the side of the lake she found a small beach where the sand’s texture was so smooth it felt good
Boom! Johnny knew that something happened being that he was the only one at work because the others went to get food. He heard a very loud sound and he got very suspicious. Boom! Johnny heard it again but instead he heard the sound from upstairs. Johnny ran up the stairs to see a kicked down door in apartment B3. He then remembered that the obnoxious Ms. Vin lives there and he tried to act as if he wasn’t there and ran down the first couple of stairs but then suddenly came an annoying loud sound which was Ms. Vin’s voice. She yelled Johnny! About 6 times even though he was right in front of her face. She then said in a mischievous “someone is in my house”. Johnny knew that Ms. Vin liked him even though her ex-husband lives right next door to her. Johnny went into the apartment to check it out when suddenly the door locked. Ms. Vin set up a date for Johnny without his permission. When she tried to offer him a piece of cake he dropped her most valuable plate and started yelling. Luckily Joe, Brad, Michael and Ryan chopped the door down and saved Johnny from completing a living nightmare. They all left locking their door downstairs so Ms. Vin couldn’t get in and they all had a feast. About 25 minutes into their feast they got an alert that on Fitzgibbon St. there was an abandoned apartment on fire. This apartment was the same apartment that the famous owl magician, Harry Hootdini, lived in a long time ago with his owner. Ryan started packing, Brad was getting the truck up and running, Johnny was making sure the squad had everything and of course Joe was eating. About 4 minutes into the chase the truck broke down. The squad panicked and didn’t know what to do. Brad came up with the idea of running because all members of the fire squad ran track in high school and college. With Brad carrying the super long hose they arrived to their destination and the fight was on. The team sprayed water and the fire was out.
It was the third time Nana had sprinted to the bathroom that day. She could not remember the last time she didn't feel her guts tumbling inside her and the intense metallic flavor invading her mouth. Could this be the jinn? she wondered, but then his face materialized in her mind, and her palms began to sweat. This became something almost routinary for her the following weeks, it was easy to conceal her secret without anyone noticing.
She laid on the hood of her camaro, looking up at the stars. Although she would never admit it, she had always wanted to go up there herself. But that wasn’t the life for her. No. Delilah Jones was a hunter and she had a job to do. She needed to get her head out of the atmosphere and bring it back down to Earth. The place where things lurked around every corner.
Sunny patches of sunlight touched my face. I felt warm and sheltered. Snug as a bug in a rug. I thought. No one could ruin this moment. Across the room, I heard a noise. Knock knock. I slowly rose from my comfy bed and opened the door. There dressed in the usual white dress and flats was a fairy. Her wings gleamed with the sun. “Good morning Charm.” Her voice was friendly and sweet. “Time to wake up. You know what day it is.” I gathered my thoughts before speaking, “Yes I didn’t forget. Thank you for reminding me.” She smiled big before flying away. Sigh, I guess no more sleeping.