Chasing Pavements

Adele Adkins, born on May 5, 1988, is a famous English singer-songwriter from London, England. In the memoir, Adele: A Celebration of an Icon and Her Music by Sarah-Louise James, the author overviews Adele’s life and her success. The audience get to learn more about Adele’s early life all the way to her graduating the BRIT school and gaining a recording contract. Readers learn more about what happened afterwards all the way to today and learn how successful and inspirational she became. Throughout

Waylon and his older brother Jesse were spending another Halloween pounding the pavement. It was getting dark and cold. Mom and dad sat in the minivan across the street as the kids knocked on doors and did their best to scare the residents of Tucson. Waylon was dressed as SpongeBob, while his big brother had dressed up as a pirate. Of course Jesse was the best he told everyone so. “We better make this the last house, WayWay. It's getting cold and mom is tired,” Jesse said holding his hand. “Well

the sense of speed. “Lenses were chosen to play with distance, so that the car sometimes seemed closer to hazards than it was. But essentially, the chase looked real because its many different parts were real: A car threads through city streets, chasing an elevated train.”

At first I ran only because I thought it would make me look better. I thought of it almost as a punishment. But it quickly became what I turned to to escape the world. Getting lost in my own thoughts and chasing that runner’s high. I feel bad for anyone who has never felt a true runners high; nothing compares. That strong feeling of accomplishing something difficult and the endorphins flowing through your body is incredibly empowering, and it is everything

“Whoever is last to the beach is getting thrown in the water” my sister hollered as the cab door opened.  My friends and I all glanced at each other and sprinted out of the car because the last thing we wanted to do is get wet and stay like that for the next 5 hours or so of the day.  Even before my feet touched the sand, I can see the tan coarse blanket that runs along the silky blue ocean.  With every breath that I inhale, I smell the salt and as I get close and closer to the beach I feel the warm

of the year. That year, she also received the Brit Awards’ Critic Choice Prize ("Adele Biography"). Her first album, 19, was released in February 2008. The album went straight to number one after the success of her second single “Chasing Pavements”. “Chasing Pavements” stayed at number two and stayed on the United Kingdom charts for four months. She was nominated for the Mercury Prize as well as the Q Awards for Best Breakthrough Act. Adele won an Urban Music for Best Jazz Act before singing with

on her head. As she collected the bag for her candy, she raced down the grainy wood steps of the stairs. She yelled for her mom,who soon appeared by the stairwell and opened the cold doorknob and let her out. When her feet hit the grey hard pavement, she was panicked as she was walking. She soon found a house in the midst of the pathway. As she was looking at her bag and at the house, she knew what she had to do. Her feet started to move towards the house as she felt the rush of adrenaline and

black leather jackets and motor cycle boots, listening to rock music and as a result they clashed, this was shown through violence. Mods and rockers brawled with each other in Brighton and Margate. “Youths chasing across the beach, brandishing deckchairs over their heads, running along the pavements, riding on scooters or bikes down the streets, sleeping on beaches and so on” (Cohen, 2002, p 10). With these brawls made public by the media they became feared with anxiety surrounding their

evening, warmer than you would expect in mid fall. At this late hour these streets were completely vacant, with only the street lamps and occasional shop window illuminating the road. The only sound was the pounding of sneakers frantically hitting the pavement. With every step the noise grew louder, bringing the woman closer to the street and,she prayed, safety. Suddenly, a second set of footsteps could be heard, quickly growing in volume. In a matter of moments, the assailant was so close that the woman

parted in a silent scream as the bullet passed right between their eyes. Or when a head hit the pavement, knife seeming to shimmer in the moonlight as blood dripped off it's blade. Frankly? Remy loved to kill. It was a rush to take someones life. Knowing that she was the one who had the power to make or break someone? F*cking amazing. It still amazed her every time, the externalization she got from chasing someone down, the mixture of terrorized screams and joyous laughter echoing through the streets