Death Of The Mountain - Original Writing

After temporarily blinding him, the skunk then devours all of Brian’s buried turtle eggs in his shelter. He then finds a way to protect his property from predators, realising the importance of protecting his resources. This is evident when Brian thinks of, “Protect food and have good shelter. Not just shelter to keep the wind out, but shelter to protect…” (pg.106). Because of this experience, Brian becomes more resourceful and gains more knowledge in his environment.

In “The Mountain” Eli Clare addresses the plight and disadvantages of the disabled in society using a metaphorical mountain and her own climbing supercrip experience. In the opening metaphor section Clare explains how the little sympathy the empowered and able have for the disabled. With the supercrip section, Clare asserts that when stories of crippled people “overcoming” their disabilities gain publicity they simply support and reinforce stereotypes, continuing the discrimination of the disabled community (Clare 1999). Due to her cerebral palsy, Clare cannot finish her hike with her friend Adrianne to the top of Mount Adams. Following her disappointment, Clare considers the difference between impairment and disability. According to the article, an impairment refers to the objective inability to accomplish a task resulting from a faulty limb or bodily function. On the other hand, a disability is a product of a structures refusal to account for the impaired (Clare 1999). In the final section titled “Home,” Clare reminisces on the depressing parts of his life: his father raping him, the inconsiderate and harsh slurs, and his impairment. Then, he ponders the body as a home and its functions. Finally, he accepts that he will never be able to call the mountain home, but yearns for a society where ableism is absent, the concept of the supercrip is extinct, and the impaired can live normal lives (Clare 1999).

Battle of King’s Mountain The Battle of King’s Mountain is considered by many to have been the turning point of the American Revolution. Taking place in the fall of 1780, the American army was able to destroy a fair portion of British Lieutenant General Cornwallis’s army. The loss of this battle to the Patriots put an end to the British Invasion of South Carolina and forced the British troops to retreat and wait for back up.

Round one of this season's Rutherford County Championship goes to R-S Central (4-3, 1-3), who got past Chase 26-7 last Friday. It was Central's rushing game led by Tyrese Tate that led them to four touchdowns on the ground and well over 250 yards in that category. Meanwhile, the Hilltoppers defense allowed just over 30 yards rushing on the night. Chase (2-6, 0-5) was their own worst enemy with penalties and just not executing when in dire need of doing so.

Trisha walks through the woods, fearing that some dangerous creature is near, because she sees scratch marks high up on a tree. “She came to [the] tree [that is] scored with half a dozen diagonal cuts through its old dead bark. It [is] as if something very big and very bad frame of mind [slashes] at it on its way by” (King 130). The creature that scratches those marks high up on the tree has to be tall; the only tall animals in the woods she thinks of is a bear. The bear thought frightens her, because of the uncertainty of how far the bear is from her. However, the scratch marks may be taller than a bear's reach. Though, the Wendigo “was at least 20 or 30 feet tall” (Windigo). “[It]

The poor man lurches towards the nest, a blood trail left by the cut in his foot wanders behind the fellow. His stomach stirs up in a fit, he hasnt eaten in a few days. Footsteps echo throughout the corridor, drowsey the man confuses his own footsteps for those of the creature that defends this cavern. A cold air grazes his neck as he waits to see if the his ears have mistaken something else for the creatures footstep, all is silent only his breath pierces the air. A pidder padder rears it head, the sound of clomping crashes into the man 's eardrums as he begins to shake in fear. Chilled to his core he anticipates the worst, but yet in a surprising relief the

Fixing his eyes on the place where the light had shone down he searched for stars, clouds, the slightest hint of moonlight, yet found nothing, and shutting his eyes again, resolved to sleep until daylight. Before the numbness could swallow him, a crawling sensation on his right calf alerted him to the presence of some creature lurking there, a small animal with strength, insect or lizard. With a simultaneous kick of his right foot and flail of his left arm, he managed to smack it off, then laid as still as possible till the fire in his bones subsided. Sleep overtook him, smiling in the dark. He could

‘’Relax, I’m right here,’’ he assured. ‘’Let me go get a flashlight or something.’’ Theta whined, advising against it. He stayed right there.

As we started back across the field hundreds of colorful birds, with crowns of yellow feathers, fluttered toward the dusky sky. The breeze smelled like crushed pine needles and wild flowers. Then we crested a hill and I spotted a herd of majestic half-men, half-horse centaurs galloping across the meadow, bows at the ready as they hunted for dinner. The scene was lit with floating flameless orbs of light, augmented by a jamboree of swirling fireflies their flickers blotting out the moon.

They all had dark bloody eyes and their size was at least three times bigger than the normal boars and squirrels. An icy shiver ran down my spine as I thought of all the terrifying beasts that colonized the forests and the way they were willing to claw another creature’s body without a second thought. The beasts were roaring and making its way towards me like a furious lion. They attacked the sturdy trees with devastating power. As it came towards me I could see blood flowing like a waterfall from its teeth.

The girl reached the clearing, sighing of relief, but she was far from safe. Leaving the bushes and trees behind meant that the creature wouldn't be able to hide, its camouflage rendered useless, but it would also have freedom to move. The birds stopped their chirping, and just the buzzing of mosquitoes in the nearby pond broke the silence, not even her breath could be heard. The predator, a long lizard-like being covered in kaleidoscopic feathers stumbled out of the vegetation, its six legs moving in unison, its size almost equal to an Earthly horse. Its short tail, able to snap a small tree whipped the earth. The jaw, who could maim her in a bite, clicked in anticipation.

The same moment I decided to quicken my speed, a deer burst through the night. I screamed, stumbled and hit the ground with a loud thump. I sat on the moist ground for a moment to try to recover but my heart began to throb as if it was beating within my throat. It was just a deer I told myself, I had to be brave. Trying to get myself together I began to feel this hot puffs of air on the back of my neck. “It’s the goblin!” I screamed as I rapidly rose to my feet. My head spun like an owl as I went to look for what was behind me. I looked to the ground and discovered a little white dog. “You scared me to death little guy. What is a cute little puppy like you doing in a dense forest like this?” I said to him. I was relieved it was only a dog instead of the ghastly goblin, but I only made it half-way home by then. As I proceeded on the white little dog followed me. I felt more at ease now that I had him following me but he would not be considered much of a watch dog to most

Horton Hears a Who Assignment 1. Horton knows that the voice means there is a tiny person in the speck because he has a big and sensitive ear that can hear someone calls for help from the speck. He believes that it must be someone living on the speck based on his instinct. 2.

The metaphor of the mountain means that all parts of life age and grow old. The cutting down of trees symbolize getting bald. The metaphor also means that you can retain your knowledge and wisdom when you get older. The mountain can still retain its beauty even though the trees were cut down.

A chorus of howls echoed maliciously from the tree line. The air was dense with night and the humidity dulled Rainsford’s senses. Wolves, or any other manner of beast could be lurking within the shrubbery, their fangs dripping with blood. He jogged to the nearest tree and shimmied up its thick trunk. A rustle came from his left. “Hoo, Hoo!” Rainsford yelped in surprise as the owl took flight.