Four poster bed

Imagine a world where steam power is the primary form of energy, where Victorian style is still in full bloom, and where technology is king, yet it is not the technology of today, but the technology of today as the Victorians might have imagined it. Add in a hefty dose of gears and mechanical parts, a large helping of fantasy and science fiction and top it all off with alternate history as it “might have been”, and you will have the steampunk world. Steampunk started as a subgenre of science fiction

“Beauty: When the Other Dancer Is the Self” is a story about how experiences can change our perception of ourselves, consequently making one doubt their own capabilities. ”More Room” is a story about family, but more importantly, her grandmother’s story is also like Walker’s as they both take back control of their own bodies. Cofer’s grandmother by physically taking back control of her own body. She had her husband build his own room to leave her body without seed. Walker by mentally taking back

relationship between poster and “Rob,” who has two sisters, “Sarah,” and “Rachel.” While Rachel at first seems to be the problem—her “likes include crack cocaine and hand tattoos, and her dislikes are employment, common courtesy, and showering regularly”—it turns out that Sarah is the point of contention between the couple. “Right up until about 3 days

CHAPTER 3 When health is absent, wisdom cannot reveal itself, art cannot become manifest, strength cannot be exerted, wealth is useless, and reason is powerless. –Herophiles 300 B.C. Growing up I had generally experienced good health. Sure I had my share of runny noses, upset stomachs and scraped knees but I was usually energetic, athletic, creative and optimistic about life. Health, fitness and well-being were important to my family. I came to value the importance of a healthy lifestyle: good

Rolling a wad of tobacco with his tongue, the blacksmith puckered and spit into the hot bed of coals. A burst of steam marked where spittle met searing heat. Wiping his chin with the back of his hand, he said, “Minimum of six bits for the whole day and night. Pay when ya ride out.” The Hunter nodded approval. “This town got a Sheriff?” Shifting his weight, the blacksmith said, “Not anymore.” “What do you mean?” The Hunter slung the saddle over the side of a stall and faced the blacksmith.

MY FAVOURITE CHILDHOOD ROOM Our house was over 100 years old, with long narrow windows and a black lacquered front door, made of solid oak. When my dad stripped the lacquer off the door, it still showed the cut marks made by charcoal or a pencil that served as a guide for the original door maker. Our house was a medium brown colored two-story stucco dwelling, nestled between old elm and pine trees that sat atop a hill. In the winter if you stood at the very edge of the street, on your tipee toes

BANG. “Let me in!” Nerves fill my body. Because I believe that our life gains meaning through fighting injustice, I’ve invited four guests to help me figure out how. I’m praying for a friendly dinner, but because three of them are revolutionaries, I expect fireworks. I open the door. There, holding a sword, stands the edgy, toga-clad Roman tribune Titus Annius Milo. A victim of ambush by his corrupt rival Clodius, Milo is understandably defensive. I thank God the time machine’s magic allows

Everyone was talking and someone looked at my laptop and saw that I was listening to “Fill me up” by Tasha Cobbs, and the boy said “ Bruh, you so Holy.” After these four words a whole discussion started about me being Holy, which led to them talking about God in general. I had one headphone in, I took it out, so I could listen a little better. A girl said “ God is not real so you guys are just wasting you time talking

closets a small closet with a door and slanted ceiling and a large closet nearly four times the size but without doors only the rails where the sliding doors used to be. The actual room is a nice open room with a white ceiling and black carpet. The walls have changed colors three times over the seventeen years I’ve lived in it. the walls were originally a worn white and when we first moved in. I was around the age of four and didn’t wasn’t to move. So my parents promised me and my siblings that we would

The room 210,probably most indefinable and impenetrable chamber on earth,lives four contradictory and eccentrical gentlemen who experienced very specific behavior and habitats. One can never forget the wardrobe once they entered the room and stood in front of it-his gray-blue peak lapel suit which always miraculously free from dust clean and neatly set,setting beside his dull black necktie which was the symbol of elegance and style,around with a comb which services for his short and very tailored