My Night : My First Day

The air was full of dust and it made my throat irritated. Amanda pointed up frantically with fear in her eyes. I looked up to see a huge cloud of black smoke. The streets filled with the sounds of sirens and horrifying screams. We had no idea what was going on but it felt like WW3 had begun. Other witnesses told us that a plane flew into one of the towers. I lived about 30 blocks away so my first reaction was to get to safety. We started sprinting down the sidewalk. We heard the engine of another plane because this

were shattering right in front of us! The sounds of fire trucks and ambulances were heard from

The discussion of identity in philosophy has a history equal in length to philosophy itself. Mathematics fundamentally relies on the Law of Identity, so it is a natural result that this law be questions qualitatively as well. Therefore, for the unacquainted reader or those who wish to refresh their knowledge, I will include an excessively brief overview of the relevant history leading toward the main topic of the essay: John Perry’s A Dialogue on Personal Identity and Immortality, and my subsequent response. The summary will include a segments on the Greeks, Saint Aquinas, and Cartesian Dualism. And will be followed by a brief introduction to Perry’s dialogue. Finally, I will argue that the main premise of Perry’s dialogue is ill-founded and

September 11, 2001. Today was like any other day get dressed eat breakfast go to work, when i was my work someone said look there’s a plane. I looked and it hit the north tower everyone screamed. When that happened i was on the 112 floor and at 9:02 when our tower was hit and that changed my life forever.

The impact left a massive hole in the side with hundreds of people being killed instantly. Trapped in the higher floors people knew they were going to die so they decide to risk jumping out the windows hoping to land safely.

The sirens were sounding, people panicking and running around. The speaker comes on “CODE RED, CODE RED!!! We have a leak in the reactor. We need to evacuate NOW!!” I started to run but then it all went silent....

“The First Day” is a story about a five-year-old girl and her first day at school. "Even Sundays when I was in her womb, my mother has pointed across I Street to Seaton as we come and go to Mt. Carmel", her mother had always wanted her to go to Seaton Elementary School because it was right across from her church. However, when they entered the school to register, the teacher informed them that they lived "beyond the area that Seattle serves". When the young girl asked her mother “Mama, I can’t go to school?”, her mother responded, “One monkey don’t stop no show”.

The house starts to shake. Things we didn't notice before start flying across the room. Windows slide open and doors around us slam shut. ¨What's happening!?!¨ I scream.

It was the last day until I was on break for two weeks. I woke up feeling excited as I ever was in my whole life. I was going to see my family in Mexico and I was going to stay there for the whole two weeks! I was a short seven year old that was this was going to be his first time ever leaving the country, in fact it was my first time that I was going to take a step out the state of Georgia.

It's there in the blackness, deep within the gloom of the shadows, poised just beyond the charcoal line that separates the night from the dark. If you listen you can hear the growl that rumbles deep down within its throat, and imagine the bared razor teeth, the drooling saliva, and those blood red eyes that can penetrate and discern the very fears of men. It lurks, cloaked in the murkiness of the night just beyond the perception of the human eye. It lays in wait; loathsome, poised, hungry.

My eyes slowly cracked open. The light flooded into my eyes, blinding me. I was very groggy as I rubbed my eyes to get a more clear view of where I was. I noticed several cars and trucks speeding by, going the opposite way. I turned my head the other way and saw my friends and all of our backpacks.

It was just a normal and calmly morning on New York City on April 1, 2002. While Kendall a normal 12 year old boy was watching t.v he heard something, it was someone knocking on the door, which was unusual for him because no one has come to his apartment since a long time ago. When he went to check who it was he asked,“Who goes there?”, without seeing a person than something surprising started talking, “It’s me a little brown dachshund dog”. Kendall was very confused because he had never saw a dog talked before.The dog’s name was Roscoe and he barked a lot, Kendall even asked him why he was even knocking on the door and Rosco only answered by saying, “My dad told me to get a job so I came here”. Roscoe noticed how Kendall was the only one inside the apartment and he asked him where were his parents and then Kendall just answered by saying, “We played a game of hide and seek for family game night and they have been hiding for almost 7 years and I still can’t find them”. Roscoe wanted to help Kendall find his parents so

the waves were rolling off the shore and the sun's rays were dancing on the water,

Day one was to travel to a small small town on the outskirts of Portland to see my grandma Barb and grandpa Bob. The town had a population of approximately 500 and there were at least six churches. One on every block. My grandma 's house was dainty and dated but her yard was huge and included a walking

“What what was is it!?! Is something wrong?” I blurted out, somewhat terrified of what they might tell me. Silence hung in the room like a deep fog, behind which was something horrifying waiting to take me in its