Alleyway

Thump. Thump. Thump. The sound of inconsistent thumps downstairs had woken him. He had threw off his covers and slowly walked towards the bedroom door, the thumps getting louder and louder as he approached the door. “Mom? Dad? What are you guys doing?” He calls, as he gets to the top of the stairs. HIs feet made the old wooden staircase creak, that his great grandfather had built when he built the house years ago. Creaking sounds following him as he descended down the stairs. Thump. Thump. A smash

The Romantic Period Hidden in the dark alleyways of the modern bourgeoisie, a revolution was brewing. Towards the end of the eighteenth century, modern European culture began pulling away from conventional systems of rule enforced by feudal court predecessors. Corresponding to the rise of the middle class and the collapse of the aristocracy, the French Revolution was born. From the rubble, which had been produced by a years worth of sociopolitical upheaval, emerged an artistic movement that flourshised

The field observation took place on October 27th in the alleyway of Moravian Street, for 30 minutes starting at 4 o’clock in the afternoon. The sun was still shining and the alleyway of Moravian Street was still brightly lit, throughout the experiment. Weather through the entirety of the day was warm enough for civilians to walkabout with light clothing. Notes During the course of the field observation, generally, the alleyway had a medium level of foot traffic in the afternoon. One of the trends

The chattering of my teeth echoes through the old and musty alleyway, snow covers the ground like a soft blanket. It’s Christmas and I could the joy of laughter through the walls of the homes, but I wasn’t the same. I became used to the aroma of the alleyway after residing here for many years, the government drove me out of my home and all of my possessions I once owned are absent. In addition, the government forced me to work, I earn no money, I’m not given a home. Sadly for them, I am a moneymaker

money. Amir had chosen to plant the birthday gifts he received under Hassan’s mattress and frames him for theft. Hassan when questioned replied with the answer Amir wanted to hear and that was “yes”. Amir wanted Hassan to go and since that day in the alleyway, it was hard to face Hassan on a day to day basis. A couple years have gone by and Amir and Baba are running from the Soviet Invasion. In the back of the truck when they are stopped there was this guard who came and asked if he could “spend some

it would seem like the dusty, narrow alleyway lacks liveliness; The dynamic nature of the painting is shown through the brightly dressed people in the market with a closer look. The artist strives to show the audience a veil of boringness on an average street, but if they see past it, they can see the casual beauty of Turkish architecture and culture conveyed in the painting. The painting is in the point of view of someone looking down dusty, mundane alleyway maybe during the peak of traditional

The Detective’s Darkest hour Detective Richard Griffin absolutely loathed the disgusting dim alleyways. There was just something about the lack of light and the stench from the debris that the detective despised. Detective Griffin was not someone that would be expected to be down in the alleyways when Big Ben struck midnight. His lack of muscle and size would make him an easy target for any gang members and creeps roaming the sombre streets of England’s most distinguished city. The detective had

their son Timmy in the middle and the mother and father, Martha and John, on the outside. Suddenly Timmy heard a noise coming from an alleyway saying, “Timmy, come here!” This startled the young boy, but out of the dark shadows came a young girl saying, “Follow me Timmy! Let’s play a game.” Timmy, without hesitating, darted from his parents’ grasp and ran down the alleyway. John

comprised of Nazi soldiers. This is shown to highlight the blurring lines between fantasy and reality; and how both lifestyles were seeping into the other. Outside, things have deteriorated significantly. Instead of small-scale beatings in darkened alleyways, the Nazi supporters are now running frantically through the streets, yelling, scuffling and exuding power and violence. The celebratory atmosphere inside the club juxtaposed with the violent protests outside in the street is indicative of how, even

like mountains of devastation. Buildings, grey, dull and lifeless, lay still. A subtle wind caressed their faces, the breeze’s chorus a tune of sadness, whistling through the empty roads and alleyways. A faint rustle was lost in the dismal song, heartbroken and forlorn. Hidden in a dark, overshadowed alleyway, the wistful mountains shifted, groggily waking. Wrappers and squashed cans made way for a bright little face, silent and afraid in the heap. A frightened wail escaped the baby’s mouth, his