The bike sped down the hill at incredible speeds. I needed to get to the meadow as soon as possible. I only had a limited amount of time there and none of it could be wasted. I got to the meadow and hid my bike and helmet in the trees so no one would steal them while I was exploring the meadow. I ran across the knee-high grass and made my way to my favorite spot. It was a small beach a few feet down from the regular part of the meadow and it gently faded into the murky water of the river. I put down my messenger bag and pulled out a plastic bag and a rope. I left my messenger bag in a crack in the rocks that formed a wall behind me. I didn’t want the bag to get in my way while exploring. I took the rope and tied it to the nearest sturdy tree …show more content…
I had hit a very convincing point and I could sense that she was inclined to let me back out if Elise was out of the house. “Alright, go ahead, but make sure to take your sister and don’t be late” she sighed as if I had worn her down but I could sense she was relieved. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! We won’t be late!” I hollered as I scampered up the stairs to get Elise. As I reached the top of the stairs, I saw Elise just round the corner. I rush towards the direction she turned and whipped around the corner only to knock right into her. “Why did you just stop once you got around the corner! You knew I was coming!” I shrieked with a sudden burst of rage from the pain. “Why were you following me?!” Elise fired back, obviously in pain from the encounter, too. “Ok, mom said that I can go out for thirty more minutes if I take you with me to the meadow, so you’re coming. You don’t have a choice and I am determined to get to the other side of that river.” I explained in a softer
Over the years you’ll learn hatred is not born within you, but adapted. You would want to take the pressure that evolves with others, unfortunately without a doubt you are going to meet an obstacle that could potentially take you within the waves. If the obstacle were to overcome you may be broken down into depression or perhaps you won’t resist and conquer with aggression. Peace isn’t given, nor is it easily obtained. Peace still hasn’t shown its existence to the world, but it’s yet to come and show its tranquility that is beyond the capacity of our imagination. As I have fallen, failure has shown its superiority against me, despite my efforts towards the world I yet still can not find the way to build the Utopia everyone could desired and
“Could you hurry up? We have to pick up the rest of the squad.” Amber rolled her eyes and
I was in the Buchenwald camp when I heard about the defeat of the German Army at the Stalingrad. I was excited, and wished that I had witnessed the defeat in person so that I can laugh at the German soldiers. However, my imaginary laughter was halted when one of the guards hit the floor with a bat thrice, which means labor time. My role in the camp was to wake up before sunrise, work the entire day and starve. The camp is the most dreadful place I have ever encountered. Yet, this may not be true for the SS guards, who can visit the zoo or the brothel in the camp anytime they desire (Bergen “Chapter 7”). Fortunately, I was blessed with my skills I acquired in the Volkswagen, for it assigned me into one of the workshops that build war supplies for Germany. The starvation in the camp is intense, for a chunk of bread
It was record breaking temperatures on this July 4th day. Red, white, and blue filling up the stands. Fans and umbrellas protecting spectators from the heat of the sun. It was about game time and I was getting ready to take the field for the last home game. Butterflies in my stomach, but I had to tell myself “it’s just another game”. Even though in my heart I knew it was not just another game.
"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." These famous words written by Thomas Jefferson in the Declaration of Independence have been used as famous reference points and evidence to support women's suffrage, segregation, and many other movements trying to equalize all human beings. What if I said that millions and millions of people are not only being denied the opportunity to liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, but are being denied the opportunity to the greatest right of all, Life? These people are the hundreds of thousands of babies being killed in the world each and every day without the chance to ever grow up to have liberty, happiness, or even life. I believe abortion is wrong.
One day i was simply raking leaves in my yard and tired as i was i leaned on a tree. Then i felt something moving i turned around and it was nothing. I continued to lean and felt it again and again, the moving went faster and and always stopped when i turned. I ignored it and then continued until suddenly…i fell into a pit. There was a statue with a pamphlet in the pedestal that opened up saying that every 613 years a child of prophecy will be born and carry on the will of Hades. I was horrified. It said that you have 2 hours to steal souls and drain the life out of every human with a transformation formula on them. I thought what a transformation formula but i had no idea. I looked at the statue and kicked it several times, but then another pamphlet appeared showing
Genocide is an extremely broad subject with various different definitions. Genocide could be one or more leaders trying to get rid of a large group of people by killings or attacks, or it can be against a smaller group of people in a less violent manner. Genocide has been a very extreme problem in society and various reports of genocidal events have been recorded in history, but how does one go about finding the precise and accurate definition of a “genocide”? Genocidal acts are placed into different categories and are defined in different degrees. The Commission on Human Rights has set up seven treaties that describe acts of genocide. Regardless of committees’ attempts to limit or abolish acts of genocide, genocide was a very important
The phrase ‘history repeats itself’ is applicable only to learning from experiences. Mass genocide, world revolt, corruption on a governmental scale. Such things are put away from us now aren’t they? Surely no one does those things anymore, right? Such was the argument of my sheltered mind. After all, to awaken those haunts from the past, would be a regression of the now established world would it not? It would be horrendous, it would be uncivil. Funnily enough, none of these rationales meant anything as I witnessed these monsters of mass genocide, revolt and the like, who I had long thought had been laid to rest, ravage and in a bloodthirsty massacre steal the lives of 34 minors.
Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.
that we're conditioned to not ask questions and have been marginalized into this as our only source of news .
Genocide, a dire event, has been recurring time and time again throughout history. In the past, there was the Holocaust, where Hitler exterminated over six million Jews based on his anti-semitic views. Elie Wiesel, a Jewish author, has become a very influential man in educating the world of the true events of the Holocaust due to his involvement in the disaster. Presently, a genocide is occurring in the Darfur region of southern Sudan, in which according to Cheryl Goldmark, “a systematic slaughter of non-Arab residents at the the hands of Arab militiamen called Janjaweed” has been taking place since 2003. (1) Not only is genocide a tragic historical event, it also continuously occurs today.
Being woken up in the middle of the night while you were sleeping is not a good thing. Neither is being told that you had to go to the hospital right then is not so good either. The year was 2008. I, an eight-year-old at the time, was woken up at around the prime time of eleven o’clock at night to only be stuffed into a car and driven to the hospital. Don’t worry, it wasn’t because I was in a life or death situation that I needed to go, it was because my mom was in that predicament.
We started walking down the pavement into the building. Emma dropped me off at the nurse and she went back to the classroom.
When my mother asked me to read a book a few months ago, I was hesitant to agree. A stressful school year was approaching, and seeing my friends on a Saturday night seemed much more appealing. When I was younger, curling up with a good book was a typical pastime. Then came high school, and reading was replaced with countless hours of studying, cheer practice, and trying to figure out when I could catch up on some much needed rest.
“Stop asking questions!” Callie screamed as her tranquil demeanor turning red with rage. She got to her feet and seized my collar. I struggled to get out her grasp but her hands were physically powerful.