took us from the foot of the mountain to the hilltop, where the house rested. The house was relatively small compared to the size of the field surrounding it. Through several preservation and minor renovation, the floor we stepped on was still the original. I remembered walking under the house and circling back through all the servants’ facilities. All the dependencies were built into the side of the mountain in a U shape. (Figure 6 &7) As for the main house for Jefferson and his family, the plan of
Original Writing I will be writing a story about an American Family, who has a very intelligent twelve year old child. Who has to undergo an Intelligence test, to see how bright he actually is. After a few hours of waiting, the results return and prove to be conclusive, and, as a result the boy is forced to have his brain removed. And replaced because he is seen as a threat to the future. It is either this, or faces Imprisonment. ''So, it's tomorrow then?''
when we got there we’d drop the anchor and hold on with the buckets over our heads. Since you had bucket over your head, you’d basically dive blind. We could go far enough down for the water pressure to compress the air in our buckets to half its original size. If we wanted to go back up, we would just let go of the anchor and the air in the bucket would drag us up. After one summer of doing this, we got really good at it. The only bad times were when we landed in the deep weeds, instantly tangling
At my old house, we had a particularly weird attic. Occasionally, I would straddle up the stairs to the attic and be frightened because of all the creaks and moans in the wooden floor. A menorah and Christmas ornaments are typical things you would find in our attic. Since my mother’s side of the family was Jewish and my father’s side of the family was Christian, these items were normal to see with each other. Most people would not really see a problem with it, and, honestly, neither did I until
to do I can’t with this type of pain anymore I rather have physical pain than emotional. Sadly i’m not in another society i’m in the Golden society the one everyone wants to be apart of but when they come and join, they immediately leave to their originals societies.
name you find out to be Areum hands you a towel as you walk into your office. You wipe your shoes off and pant legs. You settle yourself in the big space. You layout your phone, notebook, and glasses on the desk. You slip your glasses on and start writing down some important information about the company when you hear a knock on the door. You look up to see Seungcheol standing there. You nod and he enters your office. Seungcheol takes a seat across from you as you continue to write. You heart is beating
Writing has always been alien to me, I have always struggled putting my thoughts down on paper. While my childhood friends had diaries, I could not fathom why anyone would need one. The idea of putting your thoughts down on a piece of paper did not resonate with me, although I have always had a passion for reading, and found reading when I was a child a great way to get away without going anywhere. I have always been jealous of those that can put pen to paper and write as if it was second nature
Creative Writing It was during the fall when it happen . I got a phone call from my father saying that migration got him.I started crying.I ciuld not believe what happen.when i told my mom she started crying. Then i called my aunt santa and told her. My aunt came over. i could not believe what happened. I could not stop crash. he was in jail and i could not believe it , we have to do things during the month’s .My dad would call us often and we had to pay. i was happy when i hear his voice. I cried
of my room to answer it. I picked up the phone and ran back to my room and closed the door. I held the phone to my head. “Hello?” I hesitantly asked. “Hey, are you alright? What’s going on?” Aaron asked. I started to cry. I sat on the floor in the original place that I was. “I’m not okay. Everything 's not okay.” “Whoa. No, that is not true. You’ll get through this. We’ll get through this okay. We just need to relax and think.” I tried to speak, but my voice was inaudible. My anxiety was off the scale
One rainy evening Kal was walking home from work when it started to boom thunder and lightning. Frightened he ran to the nearest shelter, a canopy hung over a dumpster. “Hey, get outta my house!” Yelled a very frightening looking old hobo with an eyepatch covering his entire left eye. “Sorry sir, I didn’t realize. I wasn’t paying attention. Would you mind if I stayed just until the storm passes?” He asked taken aback by the hobo’s appearance and demeanor. “Oh, I guess. But as soon as the rain stops