A cool breeze was thrown into the hot summer air, and I breathed it all in. Today was August 2005, and school was nearing a little bit faster than I had hoped. I was on the swing, reading one of my favorite books. The blue bird in the distance called out, and I slowly drifted into sleep.
“Calla Andrews you better get your butt up!” Mom yelled to me. I jerked awake, opening my eyes to a tall figure. My entire family had brown eyes, except me. My little brother constantly reminded me of that difference, and sometimes asked if I was adopted. Mom had always laughed at that, but her mouth was now twisted in a frown. “Why aren’t you in your room practicing for that dance rehearsal next Thursday?” Mom asked. I sighed, and the once gentle
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My eyes opened by sun cracked windows, and I looked around to see the damage. I was very surprised to see that the floor was dry and the TV still worked. I fumbled around to see the remote. I clicked it and turned to the news. 705 people are reported as missing as a result of Hurricane Katrina(“11 facts about Hurricane Katrina”). I gasped. That’s so many! I clicked another channel, hoping for a better understanding of this event. The storm surge from Katrina was 20 feet (six meters) high (“11 facts about Hurricane Katrina”). I was confused, why was this house so dry if the storm was so powerful? Then I noticed a big detail, I was on a hill. I dragged my feet across the floor to see the wreckage. Dozens upon dozens of houses were in ruins. I ran back inside and almost started to cry. What had happened to my own family? My entire life, I was always positive in events, but I couldn’t manage even a little smile right now. to The news came back on, and I let all the information wash over me. “Hurricane Katrina was the largest and a 3rd strongest hurricane ever recorded to make landfall in the US” (“11 facts about Hurricane Katrina”). Hurricane Katrina impacted 90,000 square miles (“11 facts about Hurricane Katrina”). The last report came in, and it was the most devastating of them all. Hurricane Katrina affected 15 million people in different ways, varying from having to evacuate their homes, rising gas prices, and
One day, cutting through the swamp, David comes across the remains of old Indian souls and discovers a skull with jewelry still buried on the bodies. As David kicks at the skull, he hears a voice and looks up to see a black man seated on a stump just looking. The man, wearing a black sash around his body, has a soot-stained face, which makes it appear as if he works in some fiery place. David soon recognizes the stranger as the devil, the black man. Twenty years later we had a family reunion with all my relatives and they started talking about the fire.
“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian
After John harnessed the team to the wagon, he, Charity, and Charles loaded Uriah into it. She and Charles then headed to town with him. She left John and Martha Jane to watch over the younger children, with strict orders that they had all better be on their best behavior until her return. John was nearly twelve; she figured he ought to be capable of watching the little ones.
Laurel nodded her head when she heard that Zinda would be willing to aid her in her efforts of keeping the city running smoothly. “With that attitude I think Ryder will love you.” She stated with a small laugh, her head shook from side to side. “Even before the outbreak I always had a hard time sleeping.” She reached her right hand up and placed it against the back of her neck, rubbing at it. “So it really doesn’t bother me all that much.” She nodded her head. She knew what Zinda said was true, that she should try and sleep more but that seemed easier said than done. She really tried to sleep at night sleep just seemed to elude her, it was never there when she really need it. Like the night they got back from the Farmhouse, all she wanted to do was fall asleep and forget the whole events that had taken place there. Sadly that didn’t happen, she stayed up all night thinking about how she could have done thing differently, that she should have stayed with Kate.
If he had been human, everything would have been easier. Hal's life would have been so much better; he wouldn't have been forced to fight, or be controlled by the code in his head. He would have grown into a different, maybe better person. But then, they would still be stuck in the compound, still there when the bots had malfunctioned, and they may have not even escaped. Perhaps they would have died an untimely death and not have escaped into the wastes and would be left to rot in the desecrated compound, forgotten, and the only sign they were there were their desecrated skeletons, and even those would be ground away by the sands of time until they eventually became nothing. It was a pity that they would meet that fate regardless; Dirk would
Josh's brother Mike visited him the next day after the charges were set, and asked him if he truly did kill the man because he didn’t know what to believe. Josh exclaimed, “I swear Mike I did not pull the trigger! I’m being set up somehow. It wasn’t me who killed that man!” Then Mike responds, “I’m going to get you out of this disgusting prison.” One month passes, and Mike has been planning how to get his brother out of prison and prove that he is innocent. He has a friend that worked on designing the prison and Mike asked him to get an outline of it. Once he got the outline of the prison, he got it tattooed on his body. With this it will help him get his brother out of jail. He has been studying the prison and how it works for the last month,
It was dark when I arrived at the village. People were going about their nightly chores before they retired for the night. They quickly escorted me to the wigwam of a woman who was in labour.
Liam woke up late one night to his phone ringing. Groaning he turned on the lamp and grabbed his phone from the night stand. Who was calling him at this ungodly hour? Liam shielded his eyes from the light. After a couple of seconds Liam’s eyes finally adjusted to the brightness.
He was worn out, his hand hurt badly, and now he had to fight for his life with one of those enormous warriors.
“Ramon is signaling to them: it’s time to go. Pedro and Manuel get up and walk slowly towards him. Their hearts are pounding with hope and fear. To them, this night will either mean a return to their old, hopeless life or the start of a future in a new and unknown story .”
The arena was jammed packed; it's occupants attention directed straight towards the stage. They were awaiting a man. A man who would fall in their midst soon, but a man they wanted to see nonetheless. On this stage, there were two red curtains on each side and the floor was lined with redwood. The arena itself had a theater like build to it. In the suburbs of Philadelphia, a venue of this sorts carried a sort of perplex bewilderment to it. It's presence in the city was admired, but at the same time gave a peculiar feel to the residents nearby. It was a like a shining Cathedral in a poverty ridden city; like a single Skyscraper in a agricultural landscape. It didn't quite fit it.
I laid on the cold soil in a pool of my own blood, the air in my lungs depleting, my heart thumping fast, yet I couldn't help but think about the irony in my stupidity.
The silence echoes around the room, dripping from the walls and puddling in her head. She takes a step in the direction of the swirling dark tower. It erupts from the ground like a bone from the skin of a child. Her feet feel like weights, trying to hold her back, keep her from the pain. But there is something that keeps her going, some sort of sick twisted part of herself she keeps hidden in the depths of her mind. She reaches the base of the tower and looks up.
"Sometimes you gotta let something bad happen, or else you wont know how to fix things when they go wrong later."
A child runs inside a small classroom gathering his thoughts wondering what he saw. Bewildered by what he had just seen he had become so frightened he hadn’t realized his hands were shaking. Collecting his thoughts he remembered that he heard a banging on a door someone opened it and a man with patches of flesh missing ran up and bit the student who opened the door. Dumbfound by the whole experience he began barricading the door shut and looking for something to defend himself with. Easily finding a meter stick as he entered a mathematics classroom he began sharpening it scared stiff the entire time. Finally he felt safe although he could hear running and screaming every second coming from outside the doors. Getting up he finally had the strength