Cliff Richard

It flew straight towards her. ----------------- Doctor Pax stood at the base of the cliff. In front of him was Peggotty Whim cave. The entrance was like a large black hole, ready to swallow him up. 'There's a small cave inside the entrance, just to the right,' Mosaic said. 'It's where me and my sister played when it rained.' 'Right-o! Let's

At 11:25 hours the group took a break for exploration. The group entered the Vista House. In the Vista House I saw the unique stonework of the building, saw views of bridges and tunnels that are important to the area, and read information about commercial ventures such as road houses and hotels. 1) Waterfall a) Generally, waterfalls are unique structures in terms of environmental factors since they create their own ecosystems. Waterfalls also create local winds due to falling water and house species

“A gender-equal society would be the one where the word ‘gender’ does not exist; where everyone can be themselves” (Gloria Steinem). Gender-equality is a substantial problem that is everlasting within the society of today, and parental dominance is one of the key contributors in this never ending predicament. Parental dominance is a severe obstacle the protagonists have to overcome as their birth givers take countless amounts of steps to sway their children into the predetermined route at society

Admittedly, I never retained much of an interest in art as a child. Yes, I knew the basic mechanics behind mixing primary colors to make secondary ones, and had even experimented with tertiary colors on occasion. I even developed an innocent curiosity in the works of Leonardo da Vinci as I grew older, but still maintained a blasé approach towards art in general. Since participating in Art Appreciation at DCCC, my views on that matter have changed. I have gained a new fondness for the seemingly trivial

Immediately, I angled my position and went for a dead sprint toward the water. I jumped off the cliff. I never felt anything like it; the trajectory had me flying through the air for longer than I expected. A surge of adrenaline pulsed through my body, bringing a new sense of life to me. The scorching heat went away as gravity pulled my body toward

The shoreline loomed ominously in the distance. I could faintly make out the gray concrete fortifications that sat on top of the colossal jagged cliff, barely visible through the haze of the early morning fog that enveloped the coast of German-controlled France. I could see the Nazi flag waving slowly with the ever gentle breeze. I looked down at my watch, its hands seeming to move in slow motion. It was 06:30. My company commander ordered our assault craft forward. The boat cut through the waves

“Go!Go!Go!” Dangling on the edge of a cliff I heard the echo of Sir Rolyat’s voice. The crew had left a clear path from the edge of the mountain all the way to the safe area. I reached up and swung my legs round the branch then Eille reached up and grabbed my arms. It was a really hot day in Hawaii and the sun was setting slightly to the west- the view was perfect. After a few seconds of composing ourselves I said: “C’mon, daylight ends in a few hours” “Should we split?” “No.We started as a team

1. Lore; noun; a body of traditions and knowledge on a subject, or held by a particular group, typically passed from person to person by word of mouth; traditions and knowledge passed on; Many cultures have some type of lore that the people of that culture tell. For example, in Mexico, there is the lore of La Llorona. There are plenty of stories of how she could not stop crying for her kids at the river. Moreover, there is also lore about witches in Salem. People tell stories and write books about

Wiping the sleepies out of my eyes, I quickly glanced at my alarm clock – 5 am. “Good, I’ve got plenty of time,” I thought to myself. As quietly as possible, which never works when I am trying to, I quickly grabbed a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Checking my list and grabbing my gear I headed out to wait for a taxi in the cool fading morning. I could taste the excitement, or was that the humidity? That day began like all the other missionary kid tubing trips down the Davao River in the Philippines

“Mother” shouted the wispy young girl, swinging her long blonde braids in the bright sunlight as she shot out of the little stone house with its big windows, “as the sky is so blue today and the water so tempting, please may I go down to the beach whilst you are at work?” “Oh, I don’t know, Proserpina, you have never been there alone before.” I replied, gazing around at my sprawling, tranquil, countryside village with its narrow streets and crumbling walls. Behind me hung the hauntingly, dark,