Back porch

the back porch with my loving family. The back porch was so beautiful it sparkled like sunrays dancing on top of the warm clear water in the sunset. My mom, aunt, my grandfather, and I were enjoying the horses prancing around in the field passing by the porch. Full of excitement, the dogs sitting on the porch bolted like thunder in a tornado when they saw a golf cart drive by. My mom whistled at the dogs and they stopped in their tracks! Startled, they scampered around and ran full speed back. Suddenly

he called the realtor. When we pulled up to the house, I began to get worried. This house was falling apart. It had windows broken out, the front porch was rotten, and the siding was old and falling off, a total dump. I knew it was a bad sign when the realtor couldn’t find the keys to the door. He said that it would take him an hour to go back get the right keys. I looked

Not talking, Brian took his flashlight and moved through the kitchen to the back door. Daniel followed Brian to the kitchen. There was no one at the back door, so they rushed to the front door. No one there either, but the door was open and it was after midnight. “Are you trying to scare me?, Brian said shaking. Daniel admitted he had opened the front door, but he wasn't trying to scare him. “Who was at the back door?” screamed Brian. “I don't know, I was right beside you!” responded Daniel

THE PORCH Breakfast was on your own, “loosey goosey,” lasting until the sleepiest person or child appeared on the back porch. Capn’ Crunch was a mainstay. Big George, up at dawn, would fix a cup of coffee and drift off onto the porch or deck to read. Steve routinely drove to the mainland for a daily paper, enjoying his coffee and news of the day. Millicent dutifully kept Jack’s cereal box loaded and handy, waiting on him as she had done for fifty years. Old-fashioned ice trays in the bar, filled

Storm of Solitude As I stood on the screened-in back porch at 4:00 AM watching the unstoppable force creep closer to destroying what little vestiges of the life we once had, all I could ask myself was how I missed the signs. Everyone knew this was coming except Amber and me, but no one bothered to tell us. Couldn’t they see the hidden pain in our faces when we moved into the neighborhood six months before? We were strangers in a new world desperate for someone to have pity on us and lend

at a mutual friend’s house. We designated Hannah as the driver and piled into one car. When we arrived about thirty minutes later, the cars lined the mile-long driveway. Cars even filled the entire three-acre property. The house was huge and the back porch seemed like it was made for this party. Everything was going very well. We found our spot at the party and started rolling blunts to get everyone warmed up. Again, Hannah was the driver, meaning she stayed sober and I did not want to get drunk without

Hailey Carrillo Mrs. Reinhart AP English Language and Composition 7 June 2016 “A Long Way Gone” 1. Give the title, author, genre, and date of original publication. The title of this story is A Long Way Gone, it is a historical memoir written by Ishmael Beah. This story was published on February 15th 2007 by Sarah Crichton Books. 2.What is author’s purpose for writing the book? Write a paragraph summarizing the main argument or purpose. Author Ishmael Beah’s purpose for writing

with one hand and the one to teach Sydney how to shoot a bb gun off of the back porch. Even now that the his grandchildren are older he still has weekly phone calls with Haley and has dinner with Lisa and Sydney at least once a week. Rudy also tries to keep the rest of the family connected in any way he can. When Linda was alive and all of the grandkids still lived at home they would have biweekly family game nights. Kent, Jenni, Jordan and Danny, Lisa, Sydney, and Haley would all meet up at Rudy

and back out into the darkness. Isaac walked towards the hole in the screen mesh and wondered if the owners of the campground were going to try to charge him for this, he figured that they probably would. He turned and walked back into the house, turning the light off on the porch and walking back towards the chair he had fallen asleep in. He could feel the cold air re-entering the room now that the power was back on, and his heart was beginning to slow to it’s usual rhythm. As he sat back on the

In 2006, there were 58,372,106 horses in the world, and that number continues to grow to this day. People can help keep these horses’ feet healthy by buying a hoof pick. Horse owners should purchase a hoof pick because picking out horses feet can prevent thrush, show problems early on, and if their hooves aren't picked, gravel and dirt can easily be picked up. To begin, if a horse's hooves aren’t picked, a disease called thrush can be caused. Thrush is an infection that eats away at the tissues