The World Of The Tower

To that end, my mother implored my guardians, a village of mostly two-story dwellers who would scream down to me from on high in broken English and varied accents, prompting us to the road most safely traveled. Principalities would keep watch over us through peep holes and windows, while my personal archangels would guide my way from school and church peering through broken metal grated balconies to ensure our safety. There really is nothing like having a red and blue colored siren chirp at you, as a cylindrical projectile carrying the smell of sulfur quickly reminded you that - though you’re not in Hell’s Kitchen, you’re never too far from the

That’s all I know. Where has he disappeared? Where can I find him? Perhaps you’ve seen him somewhere?” (Wiesel 97).

Once we got there, we looked for the strange man, who we named: mysteryman. We didn't find him on the main floor, so we went to look in the basement. Then we remembered that the ropes snapped, so we looked for handles, which there were. We climbed down the handles to the basement, and looked for mysteryman. We found him sitting in a corner, holding a clipboard and wearing glasses. We slowly approached him, not trying to startle him, and hoping we could talk to him.

My heart pounded against my ribs. My throat was dry, but I had no one to talk to through the harrowing experience that I had just endured. My backpack not only weighed down my body, but also my morale. I looked around, but there was nobody in sight. Purposefully twisted metal and bright green trees encompassed me. I knew where I was. But I was lost.

Roderigo: I believe I could find him. Gather a group of armed men and follow me.

I woke up to the Loud shots of gun fire not knowing where I was or how I got here. I quickly (scrambled) to my feet with hundreds of thoughts racing through my mind. When I stepped outside I quickly realized that I was in a nightmare that I could not get out of. I overheard the officers say we were in soldau, i grew up in the area with my mom, dad, grandpa and three older brothers. I walked around looking for someone I knew, anyone. The only way I could come out of this camp alive is to have and ally to ration food and water with. I quickly and (swiftly) scanned the faces of the (miserable) prisoners for someone i knew. One person looked particularly familiar but i could not put my finger on who it was, so i walked up to him and said ‘’hello’’ and before i could say anything more the man hugged me so tight i could barely breath. Still not knowing who this man was i hugged him back as if i had never felt

Walking and walking, I started speed walking, then eventually running stomping through the snow. I couldn't find him anywhere through the trees. Trees, trees, and more trees! That's all I saw.

“ ‘It took me a full year,’ he said. ‘If you’re worried about someone else tracking you down, remember that. And I knew where to start, and I had good luck. I started checking the motels I knew, asking about a women with a baby. Each time I went to a different place, and last week I hit pay dirt. The clerk at the place you stayed remembered you. She’s retiring next week, by the way.’ He held his thumb and forefinger up, close together. ‘I came this close to missing you forever’”(103).

This trip was unlike any other ones.Getting lost at such a big place, was a scary experience. This is a moment, that I will always remember that changed my outlook on people. No matter what, I learned to put the past behind me and be cautious of my surroundings. I guess that it just shows to make sure you know where everyone is at all times because you never know what can and will happen. From this experience, I learned to keep up with my group at all times and make sure I don’t get left behind even if I don’t like the people I’m working with. This time in my life reminds me to keep a watchful

I was walking around until I spotted him. The old guy was staring at a bunch of old t.v's. Here goes nothing. I sighed and ran towards him.

They thought that they might have been saved and that they were back with their friends and family. To their surprise, they found another group traveling west. They were immediately greeted with stares and whispers.

Why? Why is this happening to me? The torture. The pain. The agony. All these things are all at this one place. The place that gives you sleep-less nights, mental breakdowns, increases stress levels, and many other unhealthy worries that will hurt your future. The leaders there hurt you physically and mentally. They punish you for stuff they tell you to do. They force you to cram information that you won’t remember in 5 years or won’t need. They tell you you will use it later, but a wise elder tells you otherwise. There was a place were all dreams were destroyed. The Alcatraz for children.

Growing up, everyone is told that, “Drugs are bad for you,” time and time again. Now as a kid you don’t really understand the reasoning behind it, but you listen to your authority figure regardless. I remember being told this my entire life and even to this very day. But as I got older I realized that people would still use drugs even though it’’s illegal. I could never understand why someone would go against the law and jeopardize their life just to use drugs? The drug that I am talking about is marijuana, and surprisingly it is all around us. Marijuana is even referred to in today’s media Mainstream media sources that people enjoy, like music, movies, and TV shows, do not even bother to leave the drug out of their system. Now being a young adult and having my own personal experience with the drug and knowing its effects on others, I wonder why it’s not legal. Why is it that this drug has become illegal all over the world? The debate to legalize marijuana in the United States of America has been fought over nonstop since the existence of the drug and its effects. Marijuana has been tested and proven to provide a very positive impact on the American society for many reasons. Some of these reasons are for America’s economy, health and even crime. These reasons could very well help America thrive in the future and that is why Marijuana should be legalized in the United States of America.

Edgar Allan Poe was one of the greatest writers of the 19th century. He is is well known for his gothic themes and disturbing characters. Unfortunately, Poe lived a life full of sorrow and pain, having nearly everyone he loved die. His poem Alone is said to have been a confessional poem, recalling how Poe felt growing up. Poe’s use of repetition, metaphors, and imagery all aid in bringing the reader closer to understanding what was going on in Poe’s mind.

Beer, a very well-known and consumed beverage, used to be very different from what it is today. Many drink it without knowing its intricate history, ingredients, benefits, disadvantages, and statistics.