The Feeling Of Pure Bliss

My heart pounded brutally in my chest as my feet left the ground. Once I started elevating into the air my body was yanked along with the wind. As I was getting higher, I slowly saw everything become smaller. All of the buildings below me became dollhouse size. I watched the huts turn into tiny drink umbrellas. I looked around to witness the incredible view of the enormous mountains in the distance. The mountains became more clear as I was soaring closer to them. I could now observe the entire city in one glance. I could feel the cold breeze brushing up against my skin. Wanting to stay in that one moment, I forgot about everything and just focused on flying. It was almost time to land, I had to listen for my whistle. Once the screeching whistle blew I knew I had to pull the red cord. I reached back to grab the cord and tugged on it. I was slowly starting to drift back onto the shore. Once my feet touched the hot sand, I felt a wave of relief go over me. My adrenaline finally stopped pumping and I was able to be breathe

Envision a realm, filled with genderless inhabitants. A realm of pure bliss, where there is no such thing as “mankind and all beings are [biologically] equal. Now imagine an opposite realm, a realm in which Andrea Dworkin resided. Advocate turned author turned agitator. Andrea Dworkin was a heterodox feminist vanguard who paved a path of her own to support this women’s crusade. Defiant, confrontational and arguably offensive, she immersed herself into the tacit realm of patriarchy, seeking to enlighten and expose the sinister sexual methodologies of man that preserve the role of women as besmirched objects of male indulgence and exploitation. Her ideas and concepts of such is best expressed in Dworkin’s two earliest novels; Pornography: Men Possessing Women [1981] and Intercourse [1987]. Consecutively loved and loathed, Dworkin’s has exerted an important impact on the means and degree of male dominated sexuality and female oppression.

As I exited the metro bus and stepped into the cold, wet, and way-too-early Saturday morning air, my mind pounded with the self-scolding, “Why am I awake. Why am I awake?”. The second I looked up at the grey-blue sky, however, all dread evaporated. Instead, the gorgeous sight ahead filled me with an incredulous awe. The Washington National Cathedral stood towering in cream-colored splendor, its richly detailed Gothic architecture almost too picturesque to fathom. Intricate spires stood proudly against the low-hanging clouds, as if taunting them to rain. Stunned, I began to follow my friends along a blue stone path surrounded by vivid greenery. As I walked, the chill air invigorated my lungs with each breath, filling me with a sort of peaceful energy. The path led to a smaller, yet still grandiose building which we entered through two large glass doors.

The shouting grows louder, and the smoke from the other building wafts into ours, forcing Polo to lay on his stomach. After a few hours, a loud grinding of metal on metal comes from above us, and the building begins to shake. For some reason, I feel the absence of solid ground. I fly out of Polo’s pants pocket and see that I am outside the building and falling toward the ground. The world seems to spin; one second, I see the pavement below, and the next I look up toward the smoke and flames emitting from the tower. Polo is falling too, only a few feet below me.

The next day my dad, early in the morning, took me out of the Hotel to the French Quarter. He told me we were going to Cafe Du Monde and it was a famous Cafe. We only walked a couple blocks past some other hotels and parking lots, and then the Quarter. We got to a park where there were multiple street artists painting and then you could see Cafe Du Monde. It had a building where the massive kitchen was and some seating inside, but then their was a huge overhang that went

We finally arrived at the Walt Disney World gate. I screamed. Everyone forgot about how sad they were and became full of excitement. A couple minutes later, which felt like hours, we reached our hotel gate that had a sign that said “Disney’s Port Orleans Resort French Quarter”. I couldn’t wait. I was so excited!

For the first time in my life, I was at the top looking down. The tower of little things I’d built to get there began to quake. I was no longer comfortable with the average life I’d always seen for myself. I hadn’t realized how big the world was outside of my microscopic bubble and it only took one glance for me to realize I wanted more.

As soon as the door opened, the heat hit me. It was like putting a hot iron in front of my face. But it felt even worse as there was a slight wind which pushed the heat towards me. My body was surrounded in a blanket of heat and I even started to sweat slightly. My uncle told me to wait by the lift as he went to collect the car so I wouldn’t have to walk as far and drag my suitcase along. While I waited, I took time to look around at the surroundings. I could see mountains which stretched towards the clouds and the airport behind me. There were a vast number of people walking around from their flight looking drowsy and with no energy. The frequent red double-decker bus also came and a few planes flew above my head. I didn’t even have to look, but I could hear the planes departing and arriving. The planes all looked the same in the sky, big and white with some sort of logo. During the wait, I took a few steps to take away the cramp. Although I had trainers on, I could feel and see that the floor was new. The concrete looked

She walked over to the window and reflected on her vast surroundings. She had always loved beautiful Paris with its thundering, thankful tourists. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel wild.

As we exited the plane we were jostled and thrown around by the other passengers who seemed to be in a rush, and they were very discord. Once we have made it to baggage claim, we got our bags and headed for our taxi that would take us to our brand new home. When we were walking towards our car, I saw a beautiful vista, and it almost made me forget I had a giant stain on my beautiful skirt.

It whirlwinds by so fast your mind can barely process the motions, and now your surrounded by green, and brick, and people. They’re everywhere and you pause to get a breath, to ease you mounting panic. You keep walking. Upstairs now. How many flights was it? One or Two? This door or the next one?

Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I took my first step, then another, then another, flying as confidently as I could past my mother’s frigid forsaken room, the decorations and Chinese antiquities displayed on a wooden desk, and finally past the the thin door that separated me from the swirling storm to come.

I stood in the elevator , knees shaking . When my sister Charity blurted out she lost wifi, I lost it. So, without my phone I was scared hot and couldn’t think. When the elevator doors burst open I was the first person the bolt out the elevator. When I looked over the edge, what I saw was beautiful . The Rockefeller skate center glimmered in the moonlight.

it to get to the fourteenth floor, where Neil wished to go to, felt like an eternity; each second longer and more painstaking than the last. When I felt that I was about to lose it, the elevator stopped moving and the doors opened.

It was a miracle from the Lord to be able to sleep in past 6:30 this morning – for the first time all week it felt like I wasn’t waking up for a school day . Not only were we able to sleep in but when I flicked on the TV I was joyfully greeted by the French Open (I had been very sport deprived and love watching all of the tennis majors)! The hotel rooms were pretty impressive and we were also greeted by a wonderful breakfast buffet on a beautiful third floor terrace. The spread was great and having Wi-Fi while eating breakfast was something I never thought I’d see again.