The Death Of A Park

“She went out with the other Chloe to get some fresh air.” She pointed at a side exit door. I moved her out of the way, with Sarah running behind me I pushed the door open. The alley was dark and reeked of piss and vomit.

It has been ten years since Fred left for Vancouver. Fred is now twenty-seven, but still in the seventeen-year-old body he was when he was turned into a wretched monster. He still thinks of the day that he left behind Bree and Diego, part of him wishes that he had stayed, instead of going to Vancouver. He also remembers the cold, dreary day in Seattle, walking home on his usual route, not having a care in the world, because everyday was the same, until he saw the man from the newspapers. The man in the newspapers was mentioned everywhere. No one knew where Riley, a nineteen-year-old college student would have went. Fred thought about how idiotic it was to ask Riley if he was okay- maybe he would still be a human. Fred sulked as he walked home from the fifth high school he has went to.

I just led us in a straight line,” Ben adamantly tried to explain. Then, a cacophony of twigs breaking and bushes rustling started in the distance ahead of them. The relaxed ambiance dropped suddenly. They stood there frozen from fear as the sounds began to move nearer and louder. Then all at once, they began running in the opposite direction they had been walking in, and went straight back to the bonfire to seek the comfort and protection of their family. When they got there, they saw no trace of their brothers or sisters. Each of their minds raced, just pleading for an answer to what had happened to the people they had depended on. Each of them came up with an idea of their

It was the last day of July, and as usual, it was pouring rain in the "sunny" state of Florida. The rain dropped quickly, splashing to the ground in loud plops. Julia lifted up her hood and continued her walk down the street, trying to get away from her old foster home as quick as possible. This was a tradition of hers you see. Every time she got tired of a foster home, or if they were just too abusive, she would leave at the end of the month. This had happened five times

Her breath shown in the cold moist air of the lake side. She quickened her pace, dashing from one underbrush to the next, twigs and branches scratching at her face as if begging for her to take them away with her from this wretched land, her breathing became increasingly vigorous. Her limbs grew heavy as more and more mud started to cling to her boots as if also wanting to go with her and the distance she had to cover seemed to become more and more. She started to think she couldn’t go on anymore, except for one reason and one reason only. The warm infant wrapped in blankets and cloth started to become heavier and heavier in her arms as she felt her body starting to fail her. But she couldn’t stop she had to get her baby to safety. As the sound of dogs barking and the hooves of horses and the screams of soldiers yelling,” She went this way!” “No this way!” The ever growing thought of are they going to find me, did I do all this just to get

Dalton took the bat and sat down on his uncomfortable, worn out, brown leather couch. He stared blankly at the black television screen waiting, he was waiting for the unknown, he was waiting for the being that was on the other side of the wall. Thoughts floated through his mind all night. “When is he going to come?” “Why didn’t he come yet?” “What happened to Linda?”. When morning finally came he tried to call sick to work but it didn’t ring once and decided to take a look at Linda’s house and when he was leaving his house he noticed something weird. He wasn’t in his apartment building any more.His apartment looked like it had been taken out of the building and put into the field behind where his apartment used to be. Out of nowhere he heard strange noises he looked around and saw nothing, until out of the corner of his eye he saw something, something that didn’t belong and it saw him. He started to run. He saw a patch of trees, he ran towards it. He ran through the trees for an hour, he started hearing cars in the distance so he knew he was close to

August 25, 1916, the National Park System was passed. President Woodrow Wilson signed the act to create a new federal bureau that help protect 35 national parks and monuments. The "Organic Act" states that "the Service thus established shall promote and regulate the use of the Federal areas known as national parks, monuments and reservations…by such means and measures as conform to the fundamental purpose of the said parks, monuments and reservations, which purpose is to conserve the scenery and the natural and historic objects and the wildlife therein and to provide for the enjoyment of the same in such manner and by such means as will leave them unimpaired for the enjoyment of future generations."

The City of Lafayette wrapped up its Summer "Art in the Park" series Tuesday night. The event was held on Memorial Island in Columbian Park.

“Was that a gunshot!?”, someone yelled out. We ran as the lighting bug-like objects came hurtling down towards us filling the streets with a cloud of gas that’s sole purpose was to bring tears to our face. Well-wasted for we already had tears on our face before the gas. The cold November air was no match to the warmth of my frightened body. Running and not looking back I thought in the back of my mind, This isn’t what it’s supposed to be like.

All morning the rain had fallen, a constant pounding on the streets just beyond the window through I which I watched the cars splashing the puddles while people huddled underneath umbrellas, trying desperately to make it to their destination without being drenched. Life was passing by within my view, but all I could bring myself to do was sit in my usual booth at the diner, not interested nor invested in the movements of daily life that surrounded me. Flipping through the newspaper laying on the table in front of me, I quickly pass over yet another article explaining the ongoing search for one missing Charlie Swan. Even though the police and reporters pointed the finger of blame on animal attacks, spiteful felons and rock slides, none of their lame story lines mattered for I knew the truth; my father, the Chief of Police, died at the hands of a certain red-haired vamp who had a vendetta against me.

I didn’t know why that man looked so familiar. He scared me a little. Why had he ran into the street? Why had he screamed why? It all was clogging my brain. I was scared and didn’t want Emma’s family to have to go through it with me. I quickly went over to Emma and saw that she was sound asleep. I grabbed my shoes and left her

The type of people who goes to older park seems to be older I observed 8 people in all and all of them had one thing in common. They were all teenagers. I figured that only 5 people in all were being active because they walked there. The group of three guys came to the park by a vehicle so they weren’t active. Since this park seems to be hidden, peaceful and an old park. That’s why v me with even more questions like “Why are Old Parks abandoned?” and “How come this park doesn’t use up all the space it

The National Park System, which established its first park in 1872 is composed of about 400 different parks, located in every state but Delaware. The system not only includes famous parks like Yellowstone, and the Great Smokey Mountains, but also historic parks with old battlefields, giant lakes, and even simple seashores. Some parks have an extraordinary natural history, such as Grand Canyon National Park with its nearly 300-mile-long canyon running through its center. Other parks have a unique military history. At the Antietam National Battlefield in Maryland, for example park visitors can see the historical site of one of the most famous battles of the Civil War. In Florida visitors to the Everglades National Park can see the remnants of

It was a normal day, and bob was playing in the park. OINK! A huge pig darted out and hit him. He was thrown up in the air and did a backflip, and landed on his head. His mom found him and said “oh well, I didn't like him anyway.”, and walked away. The pig felt bad for him, so it came over, leaned over his head, which was bent at a funny angle, and spit in his face. This seems very dumb, but this pig had spit that could turn any dead person into a pig zombie. The kid/pig zombie woke up with a “SNNNNORKKKKKK!” (Pronounce that anyway you like.) He was very mad at his mom, so he picked up a stick and started to smack her car.

Historical parks are not as simple as they may seem, they have many integrated pieces that have to work together perfectly to maintain a proper stability. Laws are a large influence on how National Park Services are preserved, one of the main legislative action was congress creating the National Park Services . In doing so this guarantees the protection of parks by the federal government. A different aspect of importance is the educational aspect of Historical Parks, it must be able to have academic information available to the public, being a location of historical significance. Interpretations are similar to museum mission statements; it describes what the main goal of the museum is. Which is why they are crucial to establish, so visitors