Snow skiing. The first day learning to ski is rough for almost anyone you ask. The day before my first ski trip, I could not help but wonder. Was I going to fall on my butt? Would I fall flat on my face? Would I make a fool out of myself? These were all questions that I knew I would soon get answers to. I had built up such intense feelings of nervousness and excitement that I could hardly tell the difference. All I wanted was to make it out alive.
“For the first time on the expedition the vista was primarily sky rather than earth. Herds of puffy cumulus raced beneath the sun, imprinting the landscape with a shifting matrix of shadow and blinding light.”
He slowly got on his knees as tears started to flow from his eyes. She was visibly disgusted at the sight of his crying, sending a powerful kick towards his stomach, causing him to cough up spit. He coughed violently as he held onto his stomach. She looked down at him shaking her head as she pulled him up by his head.
There once was a 13 year old boy named Jonathan who dreamed of becoming a soldier just like his father, cousin, and brother. His father would not let him because he did not want anything bad to happen to him. One day, the tavern bell rang to call all soldiers to come fight in a war. This made Jonathan think that this could be his opportunity to finally become a soldier. When he returned home he told his mother that he was going out to see what the ringing of the tavern bell was for, but he was really going there so he could join the troops. When he arrived, he was recruited by the Corporal to join them in a war against enemy soldiers.
I gasped for air between sobs. Tears from my wide, moistened eyes streamed unchecked down my pale
Snow had fallen during our absence. Only patches of thin crust remained at Harry’s camp. The hills beyond were covered with a blanket of mushroom-like beauty glistening in the desert sun, which notwithstanding its angle in the sky, would wreak havoc with the snow before the day was done. I drove up the canyon in my Jeep
I'd like to start this little "journal" off that my friend is making me do with this. I am not a happy story. In no way will this be a great story with a happy ending for me. For whomever may find this one day do not feel sorrow for the person I am. I was created from pity and sorrow. I also do not want you to go off and hold my story in your heart and break down everyday due to you trying to carry my emotional burden. Now, this is the story of Jeremy Dunlead, the story of me. I was born with a what seamed to be a curse on me. My mother died as soon as I came out womb. My father remarried when I was around the age of two. However they didn't last. After they divorced my father became a heavy drinker. He always tried
T’was the nigh before thanksgiving break, and all through the dorms, not a freshman was stirring because all had already left. The alarm clock went off at four thirty the next morning and like a flash bulb memory, I was 4 years old, being woken up by my parents at the crack of dawn to catch an early flight to fly to Canada. I don’t know why this memory has lasted, perhaps my first time to Canada? My extreme love of flying? Whatever it was, even at that age I remember very specific details about that trip, from what the airport looked like to what color hair the person who taught me to ski had -He was blond and had a very strong accent. During my travels home for break, my flight to Chicago was delayed over five hours in Denver because Chicago
As we rush to get back on the train before it leaves to go down the mountain, we can see the fog and wind decreasing, and the clouds opening up, revealing a beautiful blue sky. Before we reached the bottom of the mountain, the weather had completely cleared and we saw the summit perfectly. It was the best weather we could have asked for, not a cloud in the sky and we could see for miles all
Unexpectedly, Cousin Linda is on the way coming to see me. Hooray!! What an inspiring word, I missed her to such a point. The moment she ran on to the gateway, quickly, she fed me major embraces and say how you are? The desire we will receive a respectable time like some time lately. The succeeding day we found the opportunity to take in our preferred spots and mouth around the school and companions when Massy, the shepherd waved to us. Circulating around the battlefield, his group with their heads downward, plucking the grass to nourish themselves. Linda expressed: "Massy got hitched now, we should go visit his married woman". That was fresh out of the box new data to me, we walked the separation to the tent, and adult female turned out and
When I arrived there I sat on a small cliff covered in snow, feet dangling off the ground, and lied back looking at the sky. My expression was dull, I was not smiling nor frowning, it was just simply there. I continued to look at the sky and as I did,
This morning was a rough one! I attempted to bring Jayden to school today, however once we reached the doors he was in tears and wouldn't go inside the building. He ended up running all the way back to the car at which point I caught up with him and he got sick...all over me. I'm assuming that this was brought on by nerves and I now feel like a horrible parent! Beginning last week Jayden had expressed several concerns to me regarding Mrs. Thill. This continued throughout the week and over the weekend. I didn't think too much of it because it was my understanding that he had just started spending time with this teacher and perhaps he needed some time to adjust to her rules and expectations. I had planned on messaging you today regarding this issue (even before the incident this morning) so we could figure out what is going on and resolve any problems.
He straightened himself and brushed a tear aside with the back of his hand. I was puzzled. We walked on.
As he hobbled through dust and dirt, he heard a beautiful voice from over a hill.
Now, covered in sweat, the familiar feeling of suspicion and distrust surged inside him. He’d endured so much ridicule that he was distrustful of new situations, so he’d learned to pull back, observe and regroup before entering a situation. He needed to hide and keep his head down. He needed to leave the dock until he figured out what to do next. He’d learned to fade from view when he needed to escape. Bile rose in his throat. He felt queasy and clammy.