Save Us from the Bombings

In the Elizabethan Era, many women thought it was appropriate to change their body features to make themselves appear more attractive and look as though they were of a higher class. The mindset of these women was to change themselves and to make others drawn to their appearance. The distress that these women went through was not often

“What,” James asked him as Mabel handed him a cup of water. Angus took a big gulp of the drink and exhaled.

Tonight he wouldn’t get much sleep. He hugged his arms to his chest and let his teeth chatter. He hadn’t been this cold since he had nearly drowned trying to escape more than a year ago. “It’s warmer in the cabin if you want.” Called Peter’s hesitant voice.”

Her emerald eyes piercing through the room as she held her school bag loosely on one shoulder. Next was a darkly tanned girl, she very obviously looked Hawaiian with her long, wavy black hair cascading down over her shoulders and just past her bosom. Her chocolate colored orbs also scanning the room filled with new faces. She wore a lavender, sweater over her black undershirt, it falling slightly off her shoulders, a gray pleated skirt, black flats and a flower crown headband completing her look. At first glance they seemed happy to be there, but the more Evelyn looked there was just something offsetting about their searching eyes that were hidden behind their overexerted grins…

“Yes, you there, that man er—young man I spoke to earlier,” she shrilled, clumsily trotting across the street. “Yes, you,” she panted, grasping hold of her centered, skirt slit and swiftly darting across the grass. “Oh it’s wet, the grass is moist,” she wailed. “Yes, you there,” she said again, pointing at me, nearing closer and clamoring up the porch steps. “Oh look, those are some beautiful, Ah—deadly roses!” she squawked, “I think they just made a ladder in my favorite tights.” Her face looked like it was going to sob again, but briskly, she straightened her stance and blew out a sharp breath. “I know,” she said breathlessly, “you're probably wondering what this horrendous woman is is doing in front of you and—oh my god, is this street full of supermodels!” her eyes shifted distractedly, gawking at Gemma. “You look like an angel. Your light, champagne blond hair is so gorgeous, and you're so lean and perfect—how tall are you? She quizzed Gemma.

“Oh goodness, this is not how a lady ought to look. Let’s fix this up,” she muttered. But it was pointless. Her tears only washed away her efforts. Instead, she took upon brushing her hair. Daisy sat there humming to herself until she saw glaring lights

Her legs were long, lean, and tan. Her blue shorts were loose, unlike her shirt. It was pitch black; showing all her curves and her flat toned stomach, but sadly it didn't show anything more than her neck and hands. Her dark brown hair was pulled in a high, messy ponytail. A strand of hair had fallen out and was on her full pink lips a split second before she unconsciously brushed it away. I took a moment before I finally looked her into her brown eyes. They weren't the brightest but by far the most captivating as she too studied me.

“Open your eyes…” A voice whispered. I lifted an eyelid, feeling a warm breath on my neck.

Startled slightly, Adela looked to the voice that had spoken to her. Neatly combed black hair arranged itself around a perfectly angular face. Butler's clothing adorned the tall and lithe frame of the man, his maroon eyes locked onto the feline in her arms. A young boy, obviously his master, stood to his left. Richly dressed in shades of blue to accentuate his eyes, the young lord looked rather annoyed. His one blue eye was narrowed.

“You, my dear sister, are one of the most restless things in this damn war,” he sighed and took a drink. I quickly grabbed it from his hand and chugged it earning a “Hey!” in the process.

In this article “How Safer Streets Can Thwart Terrorists” written by Yonah Freemark, educates us about multiple terrorist attacks that have occurred specifically in the New York area and how the state is working to develop a safer approach. In May of 2017 at Times Square a motorist drove through a large crowd killing one person and injuring many others. Had it not been for a three foot guarding rail, the motorist could have killed many more. Another attack like this happened previously where an average of sixteen pedestrians were killed and since then have doubled. New York is not only the victim of these kind of attacks; famous places like France, Netherlands, and London constantly have attacks like these happen.

Sixteen years ago, on September eleventh, the Twin Towers and the Pentagon was attacked by terrorists. This catastrophe baffled the nation as hundreds, soon to be millions, watched the structures go up in flames. These attacks immediately caused the nation to be consumed by mass hysteria and the constant fear of another attack. Today we are still affected by this and have improved our security measures in many ways to prevent it.

She was smart, healthy and athletic. However, with society’s standards for women, she was only taken for her “thick thighs and fat nose.” Society nowadays has an image set of girls, that excludes brains and talent and only given credit for their appearance and their role in the kitchen and the house.

I don’t agree with the author in article 3. I think he is wrong when he says playing politics entails costs but bombing only promises stalemate and boots on the ground involves untenable risks. The U.S should send men to Iraq/Syria to fight against Isis. Our men are better trained and smarter, there just better in everything in everything in my option, yeah we would lose men but that’s what happens in war. Isis is smart they went from Iraq to Paris without leaving any traces of themselves. I honestly think people from the U.S that know a lot about our country are helping Isis in each move they make. Unless Isis is just smarter than the U.S witch I don’t think they are. I just think our countries has a lot of dishonest people in

After, Amelia’s third sassy comment about being ruined, the nameless woman responded with another observation on her appearance. She noticed how her hands no longer looked like animal paws, and that her face was not sad and dirty anymore. Now, Amelia’s face was “delicate” (smooth, elegant, and had no blemishes). Her hands were no longer large, rough, or calloused, like how they used to be when she was working in the field; they fit