Donald Crisp

Choices are everywhere, some here, and some there, some good and others, not so good. “The Road Not Taken” is a poem written by Robert Frost which is all about choices, and how tradition affects those. In “The Road Not Taken”, Frost conveys that someone who decides to take a different path from the usual, leaves traditions behind and has new choices. One way how Frost shows that someone who leaves the path of tradition has new choices is through symbolism. This first line of the poem shows symbolism

When I stepped into the large neatly organized white polished plane, I never though something would go wrong. I woke up and found myself on an extremely hot bright sunny desert island filled with shiny soft bright green palm trees containing rough bright yellow hard felt juicy apples. The simple strong plane I was in earlier shattered into little pieces of broken glass and metal when crashing onto the wet slimy coffee colored sand and burning with red orange colored flames. After my realization to

Long ago, out in the beautiful, vast forest, where the birds were chirping, the skies were bright blue with spots of fluffy, white clouds, there lived Snow White, a beautiful girl with skin as white as snow, and hair as black as the midnight sky. Snow White lived with the seven “little” giraffes in a small little cabin they built years ago. One day, the beautiful girl went outside to water her plants. As she watered her plants, the girl realized that it had been the perfect weather to explore the

my way to the front of the bus. I hear the squeaky doors open and I tell my bus driver thanks. I am outside and the fresh autumn air fills my lungs.     Finally start my trek down the gravel road towards my house, I hear the crunching as I stomp on crisp leaves.I take my time walking, looking at the almost leafless branches dance in the cool breeze and watching as more orange leaves fall to the ground and scurry across the gravel. The bright orange, yellow,

Snow White and the Seven Little Giraffes By: Eunice and Katie Long ago, out in the beautiful, vast forest, where the birds were chirping, the skies were bright blue with spots of fluffy, white clouds, there lived Snow White, a beautiful girl with skin as white as snow, and hair as black as the midnight sky. Snow White lived with the seven “little” giraffes in a small little cabin they built years ago. One day, Snow White went outside to water her plants. As she was watering her plants, she realized

I sat down on my couch on the crisp night of September, 26th, it was very much like the calm before the storm. My dad and I awaited for the first Presidential debate to begin. We flipped through channels to decipher which channel to view the debate on, and were eventually redirected to Fox News. Genuine American man Donald Trump entered the stage, meanwhile as did Hillary Clinton, with that trademarked fake smile of hers. I witnessed them awkwardly meet in the middle of the stage, which I believe

Trump started attacking Secretary Clinton for her stance on abortion, using some very vulgar descriptions. Secretary Clinton was visibly upset by this and gave a very direct and crisp response. Generally speaking, Secretary Clinton knows what her hub symbols are and she is able to control her response when they are attacked. With most ‘normal’ political foes this would work, but Mr. Trump attacks and attacks the hub symbols to the

People are coming into our country because they are in danger from war in there country, right away you would think that it is good to let them in because we are all safe, you would think were all safe at least, but i'm showing that refugees shouldn't be allowed in because they could be terrorist, they could and are bringing in illnesses, and camps are expensive and they cost you. This refugee crisis is so significant because it is happening right now and it is affecting people all around the world

Trails of exhaust were propelled out of every single car in the bumper to bumper traffic, making the recirculation button a necessity. The dull roar of hundreds of people walking, talking, shouting, and blaring their car horns gradually blended into one unpleasant, continuous track that I was forced to listen to. Litter and cigarette butts pooled around gutters and lined the curbs, so I redirected my gaze upwards at the towering skyscrapers. I liked the view, so long as I kept my eyes above street

My friends and I walk into a packed venue, and are immediately met by a young guy with shaggy brown hair and a skull hoodie, who holds up a white piece of paper with a hastily scrawled "$8" in the center. I pull out my worn wallet from the left pocket of my leather jacket. My hands strain momentarily to pull the snaps open, before my fingers find their way to my single worn 10 dollar bill. The man hands me two dollars in change and stamps my hand with a blue paw print, and I turn to face the stage