He is remarkable in my eyes and presents his extraordinary features to others, but believes he is only ordinary. Ryan is much more than just a normal person and if I had to sum up all of his hidden accomplishments, 20 vehicles to be exact, in one single word, I would use innovative. Why you ask? Well, Ryan, being his 21-year-old self, can make nothing into something. He could make a pile of brittle metal into a rocker panel on a car with his handy-dandy welder and many different tools I do not even know the name of.
How about I tell you about this wonderful human being; the one that I will be continuously rambling on about throughout my writing piece. Ryan Greggory Smith is experienced, talented, capable of anything, and a very loyal boyfriend but if I start on that, I will exceed my word count. He works harder than many men I know, whether it’s on the farm for his grandparents or in the garage, you never hear him complaining about a backache or a sore shoulder.
The first time I met him was one memory that is baked into my medial …show more content…
I would be attempting to tell him about something that happened at school that day even though I knew that he wouldn’t even be listening to me, Mike Wolfe bargaining great deals, or paying attention to the marvelous taste of what is in the bowl in front of him. Instead, there are many thoughts brewing in that brain of his about a current project. He would quickly finish his bowl of hickory sticks and proceed out to the garage with the close of the back door. Meanwhile, I would be making awkward conversation with his parents about school and trying to find something on TV out of the horrible selection of channels. “If Ryan were here, he could find something to watch in no time,” I would think to myself. I would then slip out the door to see what he was up to and I was correct to think that he was working on a
Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.
"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.
The driver, Cecilia Blair, of vehicle 1 was traveling north through the intersection of N. State St. and Flint St. when she had a collision with vehicle 2. The driver, Jacqueline Muir, of vehicle 2 was heading west on Flint St. when she was struck by vehicle 1.
Bailey knew that teasing Calahan the way that she was would send him over the edge. Teasing was something that Bailey was a master at including when it came to making him want her. After all the fights and all the tension between them everything felt like it was back to the way it had been. Bailey had missed days likes this where they would both just tease each other and then fuck for hours. Pressing her lips to his she bit down on his lip harder than before tugging. “I'd disagree, but then that would be a lie. I've been bad. What are you going to do about it?” Bailey spoke linking her hand together with his as he did the same. Parting her lips she felt him press his cock against her rubbing her clit and up and down her pussy as she whimpered. Her body ached even more for him to be inside of her, for him to make her scream his name like he had done hours earlier.
You could feel the riot before you could see it. There was something else in the crisp early morning New York air, a certain electricity. A certain static that could only have been brought about by the winds of change. Even at three am the city is usually alive, but in these early Saturday morning hours Christopher Street was more alive than usual. However, it wasn't the normal flamboyant energy it had come to been known for. It was an angry energy, one that's only capable of being created by an oppressed group fed up with the constant mistreatment they've too long endured.
I was here I was walking threw the amazing wooden doors into the most fantastic park. I was standing on the floors of the GREAT WOLF LODGE. I was there with Amanda, Lyla, Calista, and Kira. We all quickly walked over to the check in desk so that we could get our wristbands and bust over to the water park. There were about one, two, three, four five people standing in front of us. While we were standing in line there was an amazing window that was huge and we could see every person and every ride in the park. We saw one of the biggest slides there we say the most crazy slide it was called HOWLIN TORNADO. We finally got to the front of the line and we were ready to get our wristbands on. The manager slipped on a teal waterproof wristband the said “GREAT WOLF LODGE”
ou can’t find Wendell C. Everly, Esq. in a phone book. He won’t show up in a Google Search, either. No, you’d only be able to find him if you were already looking for his employer. If you’re the type of person seeking his services, he’ll find you.
I am lying in bed trying to come up with a sleeping arrangement. Right now Rion sleeps in our room, but will advetually move into Charlie's room and share it with him. We can't have Asher sleep with Zoe and Sophia in there room and the bedroom in the basement is too far away. I turn over.
My name is Kaley Purdom and I write to you hopeful to give you some insight as to who I am as a person. A few things you should know is that I’m very reserved among people and apprehensive when it comes to speaking in class and or making speeches. Although, when around family and friends I liked to be hysterical, outgoing and boisterous. Making people laugh and smile are always enjoyable moments that I get throughout my life.
It was less than a second, maybe half a second, but it changed everything. We were so excited! My best friend Summer and I were on our way to a Sam Hunt concert, who is our favorite singer. We were singing all his songs, when all of a sudden, we were in the biggest traffic jam I had ever seen on the interstate. I didn't think we were going to make it. When we came up to the next exit, we got off and it seemed like there was nobody there. It was so quiet. We pulled over to put the address in the GPS and we noticed there was a limo coming down the deserted road. It was going very slow. A couple seconds later, it pulled over right behind us.
After some time it was apparent they had no idea which way they were going, time seemed relative. Minutes seemed like hours, and hours seemed even longer when you fear for your life. Each gunshot seemed to slow the clock even more.
The tintinnabulation of bells reverberated through the church walls as the elaborate oak front doors swung open. Aubrey made her way down the front steps, flowers in one hand and a groomsman in the other, giggling at the heavy down pour that fell upon their heads. He led her through the parking lot, heading to his car where he opened the door to the passenger side. She settled into the seat as he made his way around to sit behind the steering wheel. Laughter bubbled from their lips, as the rain beat down on the hood of the car.
“Yes! After a trek up Mt.Everest for 30 grueling days, I can finally say that after 5 tries, I've made it.” After basking in my glory for about 5 minutes, I reluctantly decided to head back down to summit camp. On my 6th trek everything seemed easy, but little did I know that venturing down this unpredictable mountain, would be nothing compared to my venture going up.
“So you know who she is now? After not remembering her when we were children? She lived with you and Valentine until you both turned 8 years old. Father moved her to live with me until she turned 10. That’s when he sent her to Maxine Graymark. Father had Crystal’s memory erased so she wouldn’t be able to tell anyone. That’s when Maxine moved Crystal here. She didn’t want Crystal to be dragged into the Shadow World, but she wanted her to be able to have knowledge of it so she could protect herself. Then that Warlock over there decided to train Crystal how to fight and told her all about the Shadow World. Honestly it saves me a lot of time having to do that myself, but now it will make it harder to continue my plan.” Sebastian says.