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.
I comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.
On a cold brisk winter night, Craig living happily in his luxurious log cabin which is surrounded by nature's most beautiful but dangerous outdoors. Craig's custom cabin is outlined by enormous Alaskan pine trees and towering boulders. Also, around his cabin are some of the most beautiful animals in Alaska, including, chirping birds, roaring bears, and howling wolves. As winter comes to an end and spring approaches, Marty and his crew will reunite in search for sparkling treasure. Craig's mining crew has been intact for over fifteen years and is the most hardworking and successful crew ever. As the last bit of snow melts, Craig's crew member, Marty, decided to go on a hunt for food during the mining season. The other two members of the crew,
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.
After a long mountainous drive, I arrived at my destination to embrace one of nature’s wonders in the Great Smokey Mountain National Park, Abram Falls Trail. Upon departing the car, a cool crisp breeze brushed my face and the aroma of bacon lingered in the early morning air from the neighboring campground. The narrow rocky footpath looked like a tedious adventure, however a gorgeous, vibrant array of red, purple, orange, and yellow wildflowers blossoming at the entrance made the trail alluring. Navigating the rocky, uneven terrain required sturdy footing, but the quiet stillness created a peaceful relaxing atmosphere. The lush pine-oak forest formed a green canopy of shelter above the trail, offering welcome cool shade, as vivid sunlight filtered through the foliage. A sweet honey fragrance permeated the air, as a stunning scene displayed a cluster of purple and pure white
“MOM WHERE ARE WE GOING!!!” I said, feeling like I could burst at any moment it's a horrible thing to be car sick when you don't know what to do about it. “Don't worry dolly we will be there any second now” said Sharon, but I just know her as mom. “I think i'm dying!” I said, sinking into the back car seat. Mom didn't say anything as with my brother they just smiled. I wondered if they could see something I couldn't so I forced my body to sit up and unbuckle my seatbelt as my eyes lit up as if I saw an angel. It felt like everything was in slow motion. For months now I've been dying to go to Six Flags for one day and today was that day! “Do you feel better deer or should we go back home” mom said with an evil smile glancing at me through
There is was in salt lake city UT on the sidewalk and a I was going back home from my friends house and I went an got some food and a botel of water. From 7 elevon and i walk out of a store and i walking down the sidewalk again and sodenly.
Without responding to Kathy’s remark, Louise glanced toward Betty and whispered, “I’m sorry, please continue.” The server brought her another glass.
We finally reached Alcove Springs! It was quite the sight, with all the trees and water. Everyone is happy here, we like to sing and play music on our instruments at night. We go to bed in good spirits and I'm happy to see that my boys have adjusted to the trip more than before. There is a huge problem here though, mosquitos. They have been getting in all of our food and getting bit by them terrible. We have tried to put mud on ourselves so that they wouldn't bite, but it dries our skin out really bad. It has been two days since we have got here and we all seem to be fed up with it. We left this morning.
Jim decides to move the whole family east in the spring based on the events that happened in Wyoming. Unfortunately they lack the money to make the move immediate, so they are forced to save as much as they can. Meanwhile the town continues to fear that the new fire boss' carelessness will cost them their lives in the mines. The
Hidden in the seclusion of the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, sits a tranquil pond blanketed in a sheet of fragile ice. From atop the limestone peaks, the glistening rays of the morning sun tint the mountain side a sunburnt orange. The sloped peaks of the rippled mountain side are covered in snow, like they have been dusted with icing sugar, and cast a foreboding shadow over the pond below. In the valley, the arid, yellowed grass has been suffocated by the thick layer of snow and ice, for the winter storm has hit hard this season and spring has arrived later than usual. Yet, beside the frozen pool, there lies a growth of bright, rich evergreens, their trunks rising towards the stars, and their branches extending to the shape of a cone. From them,
“There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.” Born and raised in a box where everyone knows everyone means that there’s always “go to” places. As we grow out of cleats and place dolls in the attic, the giant wooden obstacles that you know every nook and cranny too are now just tired playgrounds filled with new children left to discover those hidden spots. The man made lakes that left the smell of sweet summer and chlorine lingering in your hair and skin are now rain puddles. Places from childhood form who we are and create everlasting friendships but over time, as the leaves change in the seasons so can we.
The next day, Peter, Mama and Uncle Henrik made a plan for the Rosens to escape to Sweden. Days past and the plan has begun. Annemarie waits for mama anxiously. A few minutes later, mama comes to Annemarie and explains that Annemarie should deliver the packet that is important to the rescue’s success to Uncle Henrik before the boat lives. Annemarie hides the packet in a lunch basket and runs through the woods to avoid the German
Sitting touching the familiar worn benches beneath me, looking out seeing the familiar view, and getting that familiar feeling, I was home. Hume Lake Cristian Camps with its tranquil water stretching out, and the forest behind it stretching even farther. The silowate of the trees framing the lake, the view everyone longs for all summer was right there before us, welcoming us.
The next morning Neil did exactly what was asked of him, even though he regretted every moment of working for the people who took his sister away, who was never seen after. He got in the van that said tacos on it and the van drove away. Neil was pushed in the back and a gate closed in front of him. A large metal tank fell on his head and he was knocked out.