Short Story : ' The Night Sky '

“Gather up everybody, and tell them to meet us at the base. I am going to go grab a quick cup of coffee. Do you want a glass?”

I spin around to see him catching up to me. “At least let me buy you a new drink.” he gestures to the door.

“Yeah, sure.” She called the waitress over and straightened herself in her seat. “Could we get two glühweins, please?”

He nodded, eyes still closed. “Apples.” He explained. “Those barrels that your father found us in were used to hold cider, and we spent a while hurtling along that river.” He grimaced, pulling slowly away from the window and opening his eyes.

When the train holding Jews was passing through German towns, workers threw bread into the train cars to feed the Jews and watched them kill each other for the bread.

“Oh, man, I forgot the beer. Keep that thought will ya?” John asked as he jumped up and left the room.

When Rainbow finished her weather patrol duties of clearing the dismal clouds that hung over Ponyville and in other ethereal regions across Equestria, she bolted to The Golden Oak Library; so she could go home and see Twilight, her inamorata. After landing in front of the library, she then took a quick look around to see if Twilight was outside. Not in sight. Satisfied, she tried the latch and found the door unfastened. She entered and closed the door.

People often enjoy the connection they have with nature. They take time to appreciate their surroundings and take it all in when they head out to do errands or go out for walks. In the essay Lessons of a Starry Night, Kelly McMasters wants to have that same connection with nature through her newly born son. With her family splitting their time between homes in Manhattan and Pennsylvania, she wants to experience special moments with her new son by reconnecting with nature and making lasting memories for both of them. Her words made me remember some childhood memories like when I was building a snowman for the first time and then throwing myself into the snow to make snow angels next to my sister. McMasters gives a description

“So he 's drinking some beer! I 'll call Margaret and tell her to come get him.”

As the door swung open, a musty odor greeted her. She fumbled to find the light switch. Standing in the doorway, she waited a few moments while her eyes adjusted to the darkness before moving into the center of the room.

As she walked towards the white door of her bedroom, she hears distant gurgling. As if the sewers were backed up or the kitchen sink is clogged. Carefully twisting the knob, she was about to take a step out, but was immediately taken aback.

“I do hope you will have Abrial there, I would enjoy having her serve us and if I drink too much I may need her assistance finding my way back to my quarters.”

The Time is Night is a short novel by Liudmila Petrushevskaya. It is one of the few stories that I enjoy reading over and over again. The reason is that each time I re-read it, I perceive it in a slightly different way. The complicity of characters and the style of the novel is what I would like to emphasize most about the novel, as well as the fact that The Time is Night represents an outstanding social awareness of the author.

The Starry Night is one of the most famous paintings in the history of western culture. It was painted by Vincent Van Gogh in 1889 and is recognized as his finest work. This artwork is oil on canvas and is currently in the Museum of Modern Art, New York. An interesting fact about the artwork is that it is painted from Van Gogh’s memory, unlike his other works which are painted outdoor. This painting is the view from the east-facing window of his asylum room at Saint-Reme-de-Provence. The view includes the starry sky, cypress tree, village, and hills. “This morning I saw the countryside from my window a long time before sunrise, with nothing but the morning star, which looked very big. “wrote Van Gogh.

It was three o’clock in the morning. Outside the window, the sky was still dark. There were barely any stars in the sky, and no cloud cluttered. The sky was painfully dark and motionless. Except for the faint light from the moon, everything seems lifeless. In a dark room, there was a girl sitting up on the bed, leaning on the wall beside her. She was looking out the window. Through the window, the girl can see the sky and the top of some buildings, however, nothing special or attractive. But, the girl has been staring at it for almost an hour now, silently and peacefully.