Walking On Maple Ave: A Short Story

The short story The Street of the Canon is about a Hidalgo man that sneaks into the village San Juan Iglesias. Once he is in and at the celebration for the town he charms a girls chaperone into letting him dance with Sarita (the girl). During this dance they talk about three guys who attempted to rob a grave in order to steal a mans bones. After this first dance the stranger asks Sarita to dance the plaza, a sign of marriage in this country during this setting. After she declines everyone circles the table of food to find that there is an opened package. They discovered inside the package is cheese from Hidalgo, and that the stranger had slipped out safely during the distraction, they believed he had left the package of cheese and that he was

Little did i know, on Tuesday August 29, 2017 I would be proven wrong. I was in my room when the house had shook more than it ever has before, so it made me wonder if it was more than just thunder. My parents yelled “NEVAEH, ALEX COME OUTSIDE NOW!!” Once I got outside I saw two long brown branches, one in my window and another through the roof of my porch. While crying my mother said, “This thing is ginormous.” I could see her trying to contain her tears. Once my father and other family members got on the roof they removed the branches and covered the holes. After accessing the damages, we all decided it was safe to stay

The beginning of David Serlin’s essay starts off with an abstract; Helen Keller is used as an example that is compared to the Flâneur, which is defined as “the celebrated street-walker who has been an icon of urban modernity since the 19th century” (193). Serlin makes it clear that his main argument will be to have those that are disabled to be included along with those who are abled. Serlin claims that the documentation of Keller’s life through photography has portrayed, or given the evidence, that she has become what society wanted her to be — a stereotypical women, and the distancing of herself from other disabled people to subject herself to what is considered normal. With this documentation Serlin questions his readers what it means to photograph Keller in such a way and how it affects those who comes upon the images. Serlin further argues that the images are to serve as a representation of disabled people and how it has become institutionalized. The point is how can we categorize the disabled body with Flâneur?

About halfway through the day Kullan and his friend Jake were drowning in pop tarts during lunch. As they walked back to their classroom, a sense of disquietude fell over the hallway. No more than half a second later there were sounds of gunshots and screaming coming not too far from where the children were standing. A teacher Kullan saw a couple days ago came sprinting around a corner, she stopped long enough for him to notice that there was fresh blood stained on her shirt. Kullan was in such shock he didn’t hear the teacher tell them to run, He was jolted back to reality by a quick shake from Mr. Metten. Mr.

The sounds of the birds was unpleasant, it was endless cries and screeches. As I looked around, I realized that I was just in a plane crash in the middle of the Amazon jungle. Immediately a panicking thought was in my head, Dakota, Mark, Leo, where are you!. A small voice came from the other side of the plane wreck, it was Leo and Mark, “ where’s Dakota, Mark had a horrid look on his face, “I- I don’t know I thought he was with you or something” “ look!” said Leo he’s over there, “ what where” said Mark and Trent under the that sheet of metal, they swiftly went over and pulled him out under the metal. “Hi guys you found me”, “of course we did said Leo, can you stand up through”, “yes just grab my arm”. They slowly lifted him up. “ now what? Said Mark”, Grape all the supplies we you can said Trent”. As they moved around picking anything they could use, they all dropped the items into a pile. Duct Tape, a hunting knife kit, a fire starter, little food, and a flare gun. “Come on we need to get moving, if you want to get help” said

Team officer’s attempt for take down in Oak Park has begun. Each police vehicles were parked and hided in their assigned location.

Once upon a time, there was an a unknown creature named Robert walking down the street. Robert turned the corner and accidentally bumped into Fred the bully. Fred is a big brown talking bear that runs Grape Street. Fred has weird super power that activates when he’s angry. Fred doesn’t know that Robert has unrealistic mind control and can control what anyone does.

Wilsons. All of a sudden we heard a gunshot. We weren’t surprised we knew it was Keet playing with his .22 rifle again. Then, we heard another shot. Grampa told me to take the eggs, me! I did not want to go over to Mr. Wilson’s at all. When I arrived at Mr. Wilson’s he was yelling at Keet and he took his rifle because his shots broke a window. Keet was crying like a baby. I left the eggs on the floor and ran, Lucky and Rufus the dogs chasing after me. Seconds later Keet burst out furious. I dove into the bushes to hide. Rufus sniffed out my hiding spot luckily Keet didn't see me. I went back home and found Kimi on the steps looking sad. To cheer her up, I asked if she wanted to see the puppies. Azuki Bean, the runt of the litter is her favorite pup. The next day I went to play some baseball. While we were playing Billy suddenly fell silent listening to the sounds in the distance. Then I heard it too, it was like thunder in the distance. Then a plane flew over us from out of nowhere. It was flying way too low and the sound was ear-shattering. We started running like scattered ants. We climbed a tree to get a better view. We could see seawater being protruded into the air from explosions. We then realized that the smoke was real and that we were in danger. I tried to get the attention of the pilot in the dark plane, he was wearing a white cap. I dawned on me. Dark plane not silver like the americans, it

The wind kept howling very loud. The bamboo trees along the embankment were brawling. As we come closer to the house, the sky being dimmer and almost dark. The mockingbird started yelling at us with the word "closer". Everyone started quivering and walked slowly toward the mockingbird. The house started shaking and the bird cage wiggled and it almost fell off. As we stopped at the front yard, we looked at the cage, the cage stop wiggling and the sky became brighter. The bird started cautioning us about the trip that we were headed to. He warned us to not touch anything in the house if we saw it. Then, it opened the cage and flew away. Everyone started

One-thirty on a Thursday morning. I laid in bed worrying, after watching John rush to Main Street for a fire call. My head spun as the pager near my head continued to dispatch calls. “Be careful on the roof Watson, I can see light through,” Feltner’s voice echoed. Ambulance sirens boomed down a four-block stretch of Main Street. My body sprung from the bed and hurried out and down the block. My face began to fill with heat. Just then another page came through, “I know idiot, I put it there.” It was John’s voice. I felt relief and began to walk back down the sidewalk to our home. I heard a young girl screaming for her dog, hysterically. Finally, back in my house, I completely forgot that I had left the two girls upstairs. Thankfully,

Last night at 8 p.m. there was a tremendous, drenching thunderstorm. It swept down from the west and it struck Toronto, the city on the shore of the lake, with unrelenting fury. The storm raged for more than an hour, damaging trees, flooding basements and driving pedestrians into doorways like small animals into burrows. As suddenly as it arrived, it was gone and a strange peace descended on the dripping, streaming streets. The full moon rose over the ragged clouds and the city

This video is very interesting because there are lessons for daily life, adventures, many laughs, riddles, dances and songs and much more. they come by the deciduous 2 men walking as in every story one more intelligent than the other, why I tell you this now I explain them to you; From so much walking they arrive to the point where they find a beggar in the middle of the supposedly, the beggar begins to ask them a pair of coins disguising a lie the intelligent obviously did not believe anything to him because it occurs to him that someone is going be begging and half of nothing? What do they believe? In fact the most stupid believe it and began to hear the beggar voice "the voice of deception". The beggar began to convince them to take a shortcut in a labyrinth, which was just

Technology has become such a necessity of daily life. In the short story, “The Pedestrian” time is set in the future of 2053 A.D. It is a story about a man who is walking on the sidewalk and gets accused of being mentally mad. Technology isolates people physically from one another because it gives people a way of communicating without being face-to-face and it provides people with anything he or she might need to know.

There are a lot of annoying people in this world. It has become a problem. The solution, This old house on Masque Street, has been lived in for centuries by a countless amount of people. Strangely, all of them have gone missing. However, The exterior is now for sale again so who will enter? There has been a recent fire in this house leaving ash and sharp, burned wood on the floor leaving scarlet stains especially on the feet. So no one will want to visit the owner. The house has also been through a storm. Windows shattered into the walls. An interesting fact is that oozing red liquid comes out of the walls mostly at night. frightening anyone. Sometimes, during windy nights, Wind flies through the cracks on the roof. The sound of the wind flying

Ocean, all I had seen since we had arrived in Vancouver. I was glad; I had heard that the people here were different from those of Russia more accepting of the gay community. “I’m here” I whispered to myself “let’s go Gibby” my mom shouted in Russian across the airport. I had thought of this as an early birthday present seeing as how mine was next week even thought we came here for dads work. The next month I had already started school I was attending a private school, we were almost a month into the year and I had made new friends both girls and boys. That night I wasn’t able to sleep, the memories of abuse from my class mates for my sexuality haunted me. Why my old school hadn’t told my parents about my sexuality I’ll never know I thought