I’ll be a balmy summer’s morning and you’ll ride at a comfortable pace down rowdy sidewalk of flinders’ lane. Your thoughts will skim briefly over the funny conversation from the previous night, before settling with quiet satisfaction over the forlorn gurgles of your empty stomach. Pleasant chimes will become audible as your iPhone vibrates, and when your heart sinks deep into the pit of your stomach, somewhere, you’ll know. Call it what you like, we think its fear, but it’s chemical. It’s the imbalances in the brain, fluctuations in the level of cortisol and serotonin that stimulate your senses and rev up the volume of those voices inside your head; those uncalled for whispers that tell you you can’t; no Jeanie, you shouldn’t, it’s not worth it in its cautious, menacing little voice.
Early that morning, newly hired park ranger, Jennifer Flores, stuffed a banana into the blender and mixed up a high energy chocolate drink. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face was clean and free of makeup. She was dressed in a black jogging outfit that hugged her body tightly and showed off her shape. She poured her drink into a glass and guzzled it down like she was in a beer chugging contest with her sorority sisters.
Jarvis was quickly interrupted by the commander asking, “Wait, what’s the Cuse area?” Jarvis paused to pick at his mashed potatoes with his fork before beginning again. “I’m from Syracuse. The Cuse is just what we locals call it. Well, at least that’s what we used to call it. Now, I’m not too sure what it might be. But I suppose the place really couldn’t have gotten much worse.”
I was wrong about Catherine- and I’m not embarrassed to say that in any way. But regardless of first impressions, and regardless of whatever is at work in this universe, I’m thankful for what kept us together.
Ellie at first may be viewed by the reader as simply a background character to this story, someone for the two main focal points to bounce ideas off of and to add some variation to what could easily be viewed as tedious. I beg to differ on this opinion though, as his role is hinted at during the beginning sentences of the story as a foil to his character is brought up by Connie. ¨… Connie´s mother kept dragging her back to the daylight by finding things for her to do or saying, suddenly, ¨What's this about the Pettinger girl?”And Connie would say nervously, ¨Oh, her. That dope.”She always drew thick clear lines between herself and such girls…”(Pg 453) This is because from when the time Arnold introduces him to the last few sentences, he was referred to
Today I had quite a bit of tasks to do for Mr. Edes. First I had to sell three advertisements but, I sold one to a loyalists niece so Mr. Edes said he couldn’t put it in the paper. Then when I was out I talked to a redcoat! He said that the Gazette was slandering against the king. So I guess that Mr. Edes is a patriot but what the red coat said about Mr. Edes kind of frustrated me because I know that Mr. Edes is an honest man that is very trustworthy. The shipment Mr. Edes told me to pick up was a bit to heavy so Royce helped me carry it in return for a favor. I don’t know what the favor is yet but I'm sure ill find out soon.
After reading Harper Lee’s eulogy, and taking in the themes presented in it, I’ve considered on what it is I want to be remembered by. After all, memory is what lives on after someone dies. To quote the artist Banksy, “I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.” If the memory of someone is what lasts past their lifespan, it is then one of the most important aspects of living. What I hope to be remembered for, is that I was intelligent, helpful and kind, and that I defied stereotypes.
Hi I’m Jenna. I’m 15 from New York living in Tennessee, and I’m not the wanted one my identical twin is. However, I’m the one that actually doing the stuff but having my face stinks, doesn’t it Paisleigh ¨Ali¨? Ali absolutely hates me. I mean it’s my fault she’s been in trouble so much. So who could blame her? This time I’m taking over the story. My sister was always better at things such as school, reading or anything that wasn’t including music. Even though we are identical she was always Miss Popular and I was the loser who got bullied. So, I decided to get back at her. Graffiti on the principals walls is where it all started. Welcome to my “amazing” life. “Ali come on we’re gonna be late for school!” I say. This is
I get less annoyed with people these days. And when they do manage to annoy me - I just write about them.
After the much of the world as I know it was destroyed, I was stuck with a group of people who have both made my life a living hell, and saved it time and time again. Back before the plague hit, we would have never even come in contact, there are I few I wish I never would’ve come in contact with either way. Maybe if we were still in the modern functioning world, we’d be the hit sitcom or even a dysfunctional band. Alas the modern world as I knew it is only left in my memory, with so few people left of earth, and with no technology, the six of us are stranded.
During a recent event I met Emily. Emily is a mother that just recently reunited with her husband after six and a half years of separation. It should have been a time for happiness, but Emily felt otherwise.
While our time is limited, we want to make the most of the time that we have. Although the definition of a life lived well will vary depending on whom is being asked, this does not mean everyone’s life looks the same. Each person’s life may contain a different set of goals, priorities, and desires; though, one desire remains the same – everyone wants to be happy. Therefore, I based my eulogy off a version of myself that I believe will make me as happy as possible. My ideal life includes a job that I am passionate about, surrounded by family and friends that I love. Personally, I believe that these important factors, in addition to practicing good virtues, reveal a life lived well.
For my Character Mosaic, since my play only includes two characters I drew Mama and Jessie. Mama is on the right hand side of the drawing and she has stronger descriptive words like caring, sweet, and fighter. She is also slightly aged and wrinkled to show that she worked a long life. Mama has brighter colors on her side to show that she is firey and happy, also the colors represent that she is lacking the knowledge of her daughter's mental state, hence why she is living a pretty carefree life. Jessie on the left side of the drawing has descriptive words saying how lost and alone she is. The darker colors on the left show how Jessie is feeling throughout the play. Mama’s words are in cursive so they can seem a lot more softly spoken compared
Some people say it was the "wedding" vows, other say it was the sickness, but I know for a fact that it was the piano lessons that split us up. How do I know? I was there. He stabbed me and left me for dead, the only thing was I never actually died. This is the story of the girl I once was and how I destroyed her. You see in our world we spend our lives combatting the sickness as well as the sick; the Dead Eyes. Most Dead Eyes can't talk but I guess since I died with a restless tongue, the universe gave me the gift of a final message.
Jenny Lin is a adventurer. February 2nd, her friend Jane invited her to a mine that locates on a island. They went on a cruise ship, begin the adventure.