Creative Writing: Urban Sprawls

Preview of Main Points: First, I will discuss the story of La Virgen de Guadalupe and the importance in the Mexican culture. Then, I will discuss how I identify myself with this culture and one experience in which I explain why la Virgen de Guadalupe is important to me.

Thea wakes up first, so she wakes Lily up and they play on their floor for a while until Tom comes in and joins them, Toms says that it's good to let you child side out once in a while. Addison comes in the room and says that breakfast is ready and that everyone should come and sit at the table. Tom and the girl's go and sit at the table and it's full of food again.

TJX Inc. is the parent company of retail stores such as TJ Maxx, HomeGoods and Marshalls, which are “off price” department stores that sell family apparel, home décor, beauty and accessories. Founded in Framingham, Massachusetts in 1976, TJX currently boasts more than 3,300 stores in the United States, Canada and Europe (TJ Maxx). In 2014, TJX Inc. had net sales of $29 million (TJX Annual Report).

In this model, environmental control is the belief or disbelief that there is an ability to control nature. Depending on how the patient views environmental control, health care could have little value and ultimately be refused. There is also the aspect that there is a greater power in control of the universe and patients may need time and space to worship or meditate in prayer. As the nurse we must provide as much aid as we can while staying within our professional boundaries (Davidhizar, Giger, pg. 107).

Obtrusively,the thunder bellowed outside and the roaring sound filled the small room like rock music to a broken soul.Amongst the thunder, raindrops could be seen ebbing down the windowsill forming undecipherable miniscule shapes and later sinking down in the wall to gather at the edge.

Armed with her best parasol, she left the house after briefly saying goodbye to her extremely distraught father. Their carriage made it’s way to the fair and dropped them at the front, but after less than two hours perusing the grounds, another storm rolled in. The rain came fast and hard, drenching the pair within minutes. They huddled under the scant protection their umbrellas offered while waiting for the coach. Once inside, they giggled and began peeling off their more delicate accessories, gently laying them out while assuring each other the wet would not harm their

“One, Two, THREE!” Lennie and I sprint toward the bus. I don’t think I have ever seen Lennie run so fast. Just as I think we have made it to safety, a gunshot goes off. Right in front of the old bus, I fall to my knees as my vision becomes blurry. Even through all of the noise and commotion, all I can hear is my ears ringing. Most people would be scared or angry that they are dying, but I was happy because Lennie was safe. Surprisingly, the bus driver took Lennie and drove off. The bus before had just seemed like a bus, but now it was like a chariot, because it carried the only thing important to me in it. As the sight of the bus became vague, my eyes slowly shut and my smile slowly

His mother had warned of rain. It was in the forecast, she had said in her small, fretting voice. She had urged him to wear his raincoat and to take his umbrella, but he had forgotten the umbrella in the rush of leaving, and how he thought of the five blocks he would have to walk from the Omni station to the Century National Bank, and of the morning crowd that would push against him in its hurried dash through the fine mist of the rain that had begun during the train ride from Decatur.

It had been dark and overcast the entire day, but as night approached the true intensity of the storm erupted into a light show of lightning and a symphony of thunder. The rain didn’t just fall, rather it blew in sideways in ribbons of cold and icy stinging pellets that tried to cut at Mike and Katie’s exposed cheeks. Mike tilted his head into the wind and clutched his coat collar closed with his left hand while pulling Katie close with his right and heading them both toward the bright sterile lights of the emergency room entrance.

Smiling, she enjoyed the ride from the grocery store. Excitement building at the thought of the camp-out. They headed toward the church for a 'Royal Scouts' camp-out, when Elisabeth felt the car slow to a stop. Looking to her mother she asked; 'What's wrong mommy? Why are we stopping?' 'Someone's car broken down, honey. So we're just slowing down so people can go around them.' She looked out her window at the little white car stopped on the two-lane bridge. With just barely passing the room, she watched as people moved their cars to the right side of the lane.  From somewhere behind their car, the sound of a freight train came squealing to a halt. With a burning smell of rubber, piercing her nostrils, a logging truck whizzed past her window. It happened so fast. When the truck came barreling down the road, it fish-tailed into the back end of Elizabeth's little white car. Shattering her window, Elisabeth as pieces of glass floated through the air and the car turned toward the ledge of the tiny bridge. The ringing sound of her mother's screams rang deep within her ears, as the water on her right slowly came into view. Jerking the steering wheel with all her might, her mother screamed as she desperately attempted to turn it away from the ledge. No matter how hard she tried, the wheel would not move in any direction. It was locked. Her mother threw her hands in the air while

So naturally Michaelis tried to find out what had happened, but Wilson wouldn’t say a word — instead he began to throw suspicious look at his visitor and ask himself what he’d been doing at certain times on certain days of the week. Just as the latter was getting restless, some workers came past heading to the door for his restaurant, and Michaelis approach the chance to get away, intending to return later. But he never did. He supposed he forgot to, that’s all. When he gets outside again, a little later after seven o’clock, he was remembered of the conversation because he heard Mrs. Wilson’s voice, loud and clear coming down-stairs in the garage.

Shattering snowfall of glass surrounded my form with the offending rush of cold air resembled a blizzard; the scent of alcohol now strangled my nose and throat. Blinding lights of neon signs complimented the dark night of the cold fall nights of Telegraph Rd.. However, the chilled air was not able to breach the inside of the warm car that held us; my sister, father, and myself, with the soft music of gospel quietly played. Inevitably, our peaceful serenity was interrupted by the commotion of a semi-truck swerving behind us. Right lane. Left lane. Right lane. Left lane. This behavior became the focus of my father as he was trying to drive us home safely that night. Cautious steering became useless in a single damning moment; our car swerved, my sister wailing, father’s muffled exclamations, and the protruding smell of beer. Thankfully, my body was unscathed; however, the way I envisioned the world changed drastically.

The brunette gave a muffled sigh as she stood in the rain, the droplets trickled down her leather jacket, taunting its warmth. Her fingers curled around the hood of the old beaten fiesta and lifted it, taking a quick check. Nothing stood out. Then again, Amelia had never been good with vehicles. She knew she should have sold this car by now but it had so many memories, that old tainted blue paint job, it was just another good memory. Raising her right arm, she brushed away the leather sleeve to notice the time, she cursed audibly. Her first job with a new partner and she was already running late let alone getting to the scene. Not willing to waste any more time Amelia stepped out into the road, hailing a passing cab. There was nothing more embarrassing than turning up at a crime scene in a cab but what else could she do?

Abigail and her mom began the morning with Abigail getting dressed. She smiled and cooed at her mother as soon as she saw her and was taken out of her crib. Melissa said, “good morning” to her in a pleasant tone and Abigail squealed with delight and began moving her arms and legs in excitement. They hugged for a bit and then Abigail was placed on the bed to have her diaper changed and get dressed. She

His alarm went off distracting him from his reverie. With an exasperated sigh, he got up to get ready. Andy glanced in his mirror for a few quick seconds, noticing his small tired eyes and his hair sticking out in odd places; quickly, he ran a comb through his bushy hair and picked up an old T-shirt and some jeans from off of the floor. In a few swift movements, he dressed himself and headed for the closet.