October is glorious in Downtown Toronto. It is a perfect 16 degrees, humidity low, and the sky a cloudy white. The familiar rush of pedestrians speeding through the sidewalk exhibits that one is in downtown. Despite it being downtown, there is no traffic. The roads are closed due to the Scotiabank marathon. A couple of runners pass by me, followed by faint cheers. I let out a stifled sigh as a light gust of wind passes by and causes me to shiver. I am confused, alone, and utterly lost in the heart of Downtown Toronto, one of the major cities in North America. I begin to understand that I might never be found and die on the streets. Relief floods my body as I approach an intersection. I look up and read the street signs that read, “Bay …show more content…
I kindly hand mines over, and receive a survey and pencil in return. I swiftly find a seat at the table in the middle of the back of the room, and complete my survey. I look up and take in the features of the room. There is a large stage at the front, a huge glass wall at the back, close to where I am seated with Nora, and Mabel; the sunlight illuminating the room. Mayura, Karamveer, Thametha, and Brittney are seated at the table beside us. Behind them is the table with Tanjim, Asad, Collin, and a couple of other guys. Other than that, the crowd consists of mainly old white people, and another group from our school, who fail to acknowledge our existence, seated far away from us. Mabel pulls out about 4 pieces of line paper, while me and Nora almost shriek in surprise. “I didn’t bring line paper,” exclaims Nora. “Me neither,” I say as I slam my head on the table. Just then, Brittney comes and blesses us with 8 sheets of line paper. I get ready for the event to start as I see the hostess making her way to the stage. She welcomes the audience to the event of ‘Dissecting the Villain’. She explains that there is an empty chair at each event to represent all writers who have been silenced. The chair at this event is supposed to represent writer Rashad Mohammad, who was arrested for drugs and political reasons. Then, the hostess welcomes the authors participating in
General Patrick finally took notice of the trident on the uniforms of all of the men sitting at the table, not to mention the tape on the uniforms that read ‘US Navy’. “How the hell….” General Patrick said out loud.
it was a day like any other with no compelling attributes, except for the gentle breeze that was blowing through the city of Chicago as Anna Ortiz made her way towards the Chicago River. it was a particular gorgeous Wednesday evening in early October, just cool enough to know fall had arrived. The bright green leaves had started to fade as if by magic into Splendid red, yellow and orange shades thus creating a backdrop of tranquility and serenity in the downtown area. Anna walked subdued by the beauty of the city as everyone seemed to rush passed her. She on the other hand slowed her stride trying to enjoy the wonderful evening in the city she loved. it had been a long day at work, and being outdoors was a welcome distraction from the busyness
Jason looked at the other papers and started laughing hysterically, “YES, I found everything I needed right now!!” Jason shoved the papers in front of Gage’s face and explained pointing to the upper right hand corner, “Mateo’s face is right here!,” he shifted his fingers to the middle, “And here’s classified info that proves he’s a criminal.” Jason took the papers back and read, “Wanted for: theft, possession of illegal goods, assault, evading arrest, and the list just goes on and on.”
“The Outer-Ring,” he said, laughing at the irony as he braced for impact. “A new step for mankind.”
(Y/N) let out a frustrated growl and absent-mindedly stared at her screen full of code. She grabbed Kwehvin Lockhart, her rubber chocochick, from her desk and tossed it between her hands.
Hi I am Bobby and i’m just your average senior student at GeorgeTown College right outside Washington D.C. I finally got back to D.C. after school one day and am walking right next to all of the nice houses on the strip downtown. There was one that really stood out to me, all of the these house the windows were shut except for this one and there was something odd sticking out of that window, so I am going to head up and go check it out. It could be very dangerous if it fell and hit someone, it is going to be a very hard to reach, there are a lot of guards and guard dogs surrounding this one house. I began to enter the front door and one of many guards stop me and says .
It’s 3:40 PM. I’m walking down the bridge staircase. The sun is staining the sky a bright blue. It’s not quite the pale blue of cotton candy at a fair. It’s a cartoonish, suburban neighborhood blue that would be pretty if it didn’t feel so fake. As I pass the painted wall by the school, a voice calls out to me.
From the region of Tekoa not so far from Jerusalem, to Trevecca, in the heart of Nashville, humble boy Amos changed his humble life from working with sheep and planting sycamore trees, to serving fancy drinks at the 1901 Coffee Shop. Logan Rodgers could not hold himself from having such gifted human being at his coffee shop, for Amos could see visions about Tennessee! From living humbly feeding pigs, Amos was now silent discoing, shaving his beard only twice a year.
Over the course of his years upon this earth, Draco Malfoy had seen many shocking things, mostly thanks to his psychotic - and mercifully deceased - Aunt Bellatrix and her sadistic ophidian Dark Lord. Yet despite all of the horror he'd witnessed during the last war, no act of violence, no streak of depravity, no one person had ever, ever come close to shocking him nearly as much as Hermione Granger just had.
“My Lord all divisions are in position,” relays Master Engineer Anzu bowing, and then thumping his right fist against his left chest. He was a trusted engineer and member of the Royal Caste. He endured decades of servitude remembering the Archlord since a Highborn Prince.
When I woke up that beautiful Saturday morning I remembered that my cousin was coming over to help decorate our barn for Halloween. She had to do it for a service project with a friend; also she had to work for five hours. I was excited at first but then I remembered the ladders. “ Here are all the decorations that I want up,” Mom said, “and you have to put all of the garland up high so that none of the teenagers will knock them down.”
I woke up to someone shaking me I slowly opened my eyes to meet beautiful blue ones I felt this pull and I automatically knew it was the alpha I was still sleepy so I broke eye contact and rolled over groaning "couldn't you wait to talk to me once I woke up?" I asked him "you are mine I'll talk to you whenever I want" he answered I was appalled "what the hell does that mean I'm not your fucking property I'm no one's" I said my voice rising as I stood from the bed he walked towards me grabbed my arm and forced me to sit down "you are mine" he growled he literally growled at me I stood up poking him in the chest as I spoke "well i don't want to be yours" i told him regretting it as his eyes flashed hurt but instantly went back to normal "to
Kissing the driver good-bye, Marlene Barnes exited the 2011 Malibu and waltzed across the parking lot. The raven-haired beauty with a taste for the finer things in life, unlocked the new, red sports, Mercedes parked in the doctor’s parking lot with the other expensive vehicles. Driving out onto Imperial Highway and down to Highway 74, with her thoughts lingering on the last few hours spent with her lover. Marlene drove faster than usual to get home ahead of Jerry and Andrew. Smiling as she drove into the garage, without seeing Jerry’s car parked in his usual spot. Marlene went into the house, after making a fresh pot of coffee, she sat at the table, she glanced through the mail while waiting for her husband and father-in-law to arrive.
"William watched Abigail for a moment noticing her stiff nature. " Abigail, " He said with his tone shaking slightly. William knew something was wrong Abigail was not her usual self.
“Gate 4A is boarding! Next flight boarding is Gate 4A!” the cheery pre-recorded voice announced over the airport’s loudspeakers.