Cliff Richard

They pass you in the hallway like a cold wind you feel the presence but you don’t see a face to the body. A body in the shadows unwilling to be recognized. Any slight acknowledgement of existence is unimaginable to the shadow. This shadow is not the darkness in a white wall this shadow is a person with warmth to a hand and a beating heart like any other. The only difference is that this young soul has never been in a world so massive with all different types of people with different styles and personalities

One of the most severe trials that has ever affected my life was when I lost one of the most important people in my life, my grandmother. She was someone who had a major influence in my life, and for most of it she was very sick, in pain, couldn’t move very well she was pretty brittle in that sense. Before this severe tragedy, It never really came to my mind that someone I love could just disappear like that. During her final week of expected time to live, she was the worst, non responsive, incoherent

It was like any other day for me,birds were chirping, grass was growing and shadows were vandalizing property and wreaking havoc on the world.(22.) How all of this monstrosity happened is a long story so pull up a chair and listen.I’m Jack Jone and I was at a friend’s birthday party for a friend whose name I can’t say because he will be hunted down by the shadows. We had just finished the cake and had just started playing hide and seek.The birthday boy was the seeker and I was the hider(1.).”You

Plato wrote “The Allegory of the Cave” in the early 300 B.C. This parable has left many scholars dumbfounded throughout centuries because of the insight Plato fills the pages within the story. It is a story of prisoners trapped in a cave, but specifically about a mans journey from ignorance to knowledge. This is the worldly take on the story—in a biblical point of view it is still a journey from ignorance to knowledge, but in a very different context. The journey from the darkness of the cave into

My shadow and I Destiny Andersen Shadows come in all shapes and sizes, some little some stout. Some are so small they stick to your feet, some you can't see, but others can. Shadows can be large but nearly invisible, others are misshapen and blend in with the shadows around you. Each person has a shadow, just because you refuse to see it or aren’t noticing it, doesn't mean it's not there. Even the sun has a shadow, but it doesn't need to change it, but it uses it to its advantage. We each

In just one day 50 lives were taken by a mystery killer. When the bodies were investigated they weren’t normal fingerprints. It was a killer no one saw coming It was a normal day on Wednesday, September 27, 1983. My dad and I were outside playing catch outside. It was so hot if felt like we were in the Bahamas. A blue butterfly looked like it ate blueberries before biting my father without me knowing. It flew around us for a little bit. When it flew over my head my dad grabbed it to show it to me

PROLOGUE: Ma, Eversince I am a child you know I am different. I'm not as tall as the others and I'm not as muscular either. But you never told me I'm different-I'm just special. You always told me that even though I am physically weak, luck is always on my side. Like how I manage to evade a falling boulder, or how I am able to walk away from two exploding cars. Luck, as you define it is a success apparantly brought by mere chance. But now I feel desperate because I can feel I am running out of

In the poem “To the Snake” the author Denise Levertov use several writing techniques to portray money and gambling. She uses syntax, sound imagery, color imagery, figurative language, and symbolism to represent money and gambling. Symbolism is used cleverly throughout the poem to depict a number of things that would take numerous readings to see. Throughout the poem the sentences are structured so that every other sentence is indented, with exception to the first two and the last

Giselle, good thing I’m typing this because there’s no way I could hold myself together saying it to you. Where to even start? You’ve been like an older sister to me and I look up to you so much. When I first got my saber and rifle you taught me. You took the time out of your day to teach me. When I’m upset, you are my rock. You listen to me like no one else does and for that I am very grateful I honestly cannot thank you enough for absolutely. A smile goes on my face when I remember all the things

Unknown It’s the shadows where they hide. The unknown. Deep dark corners where only you can see them. They hide till you’re alone. Playing hide and seek behind your back. Tip… toe… tip…toe. You pretend you don’t see that lone shadow as you whip your face forward; that hollow haunting whisper of your name against your neck just before you sleep; and the shape of your guilt right on that mirror. Oh, but there’s no one there. Need more sleep? You hide them in your mind. You’re not alone. You know