Great wall

The Last Stand It’s been a long night and everyone was tired. That night I had a nightmare about a dark shape in the bright background. Then, it started to take shape of a human. I got scared and felt like running but I realised that I was stuck to the floor. The darkness of the shape, started to change colour. Into a colour of a person’s skin. It started to look like a person that I knew. Then, it started to look like Lee. “Is that you Lee?” I asked. He replied by saying “Yes”. I then realised

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I woke up hungry. I went to the kitchen to get something to snack on. I decide to get a bowl of cereal cinnamon toast crunch to be exact. When I sat down at the kitchen counter top to eat my cereal I heard something in my backyard. As quietly as I could I went to my room and grabbed a baseball bat and headed outside. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was an alien jumping on my trampoline. I went over to the trampoline cautiously. He stopped jumping and just stared at me. Then I slowly got on the

metal bars protesting as it scraped against the damp, cold stone floor of the jail cell. The cell was dark like a coal mine with the only light filtering in from the miniscule barred window at the rear of the cell. The cell had a stone bed cut into one wall with a thin linen sheet for warmth and a chamber pot in the corner, not items of comfort for the inhabitant of this cell. The cell’s only inhabitant lay bare chested, clad in only his breeches, doing push-ups on the grey floor; he didn’t even bother

I have about 15 more minutes. The instruction manual made that clear. I finally find the door and throw it open to blackness. Toes smashing into glass, hips banging against wood, but palm is craving metal. Come on, I know it’s here. Fingers rifle through brain that has never felt this hollow, cobwebbed filing cabinet. Left? Right? I know it is hanging from the ceiling. I’m turning around for a flashlight when the cord dangles right into my hand. “Aha!” I can’t help but shout as I yank the metal loop

It’s 8pm, and the museum is about to close for the night. As the sea of people begin to drain out the main door, I remain. I love going to the museum, and since I don’t get the chance to go often, I’m determined to be the last to leave. All alone, the rooms fill with the whispers of the undead. I can’t hear it, but I know it’s there. I touch a sculpture that was in the center of my path as I stroll down the hallway. Cold as a block of ice. A white woman that looks to be in her thirties wearing a

neighbors who are separated by a stone wall. The narrator speaks of his dislike for this stone wall. In Reagan's speech he talks of the Berlin Wall dividing East and West Berlin. These two both emphasize how the physical barriers created emotional ones. Building physical and emotional walls has a negative impact on the people, countries, and civilizations they divide. In the case of Frost's poem, the wall took away the narrator's voice. The narrator disliked the wall, but was too timid to speak up for

The strobe lights mirrored the pulsations of my heart, it felt more real than ever. Dancing up against my friends, I gazed his way to see if he was even noticing. With the DJ now finding the chance to rest, I strutted confidently just past his group of friends in hope of catching his attention. “Ava, is that you? I almost didn’t recognise you.” My heart began to flutter as I lifted my eyes to meet his. “Oh, hi Justin! I didn’t see you there.” Justin’s friends all tapped him on the back and slowly

In the poems, “Curiosity” and “Mending Wall”, they show crucial points of life. Curiosity talks about vitality of exploring the area around you. While “Mending Wall” is written about nature and the unnecessary separations people provide. Nonconformity is not going along with the “typical” thinkings and beliefs of the society. Both poems exemplify a sense of when going against conventional ways of living, and it offers more benefits than drawbacks. “Curiosity” is a poem about how living life often

at the break of dawn, a guard lit a candle and went to his king’s fortress to check on his king’s gold. Then, all of the sudden he heard a shriek. So he went to check where the shriek had come from. He saw that a prisoner was slumped against a cell wall with blood all over it. Just as he was about to unlock the cell door, he realized it was a trap. When he was about to turn back, he noticed a mysterious shadow through the window. He realized which way the shadow was going. He knew he must follow