Haystack

cluttered. Everything was stacked on top of each other and very close with barely any walking space. There were no aisles to designate you to your product. You simply had to keep walking around to find what you need; it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. As I can continue to walk through out the store, I noticed some designs on packages that looked similar to Chips Ahoy, but it was not that brand. It was a lower level brand with a similar design. They even had packages that look like it could

Approximately six million lives were lost due to this tragic event. The World was shocked to see unimaginable pictures of people that died, in the Holocaust. Many of the people that lived thru the Holocaust and that died were stacked like piles of haystack. Could this event have had happen without know one knowing? And if they knew why didnt know one do anything to stop it. If the Allies knew about this why did they let this very silence death. The Holocaust was a tragic event that happened during

I hate the forest of sleepy hollow that is the only thing wrong with this neighborhood. It’s too big and it’s hard to find your way in and out of this place. Especially when you are looking for someone it’s like finding a needle in a haystack. My watch beeps it was 12:00 a.m. it was officially Stewart’s birthday. “Hi Peter” said Stewart happily, I look down Stewart was right in front of me. For a guy who is turning thirteen, you would assume he would be a bit taller. “Guess what big P I’m now thirteen

The Nazi Gold Train Does the Nazi gold train really exist? If so, why is it even there? Some people think the Nazi gold train doesn’t exist, but it also gave an economic boost to its town, a town in Polish. The Nazi gold train is rumored to be filled with gold from the end of world war two and people have been trying to find it since then. It also spread very fast due to the rumors. It has been said to be booby trapped. For 70 years, people have been trying to find the nazi gold train believed

Why should students be honest about their failures? That is a question that, I guess, society has today. What does this mean? To be honest about your failures? Well, I have read an article from CommonLit.org. It is titled, “Want to Get Into College? Learn to Fail.” Very weird I might say. Aren’t you supposed to get good grades on everything to get into college? The author of this article, Angel B. Pérez, has made very good points on why you need to fail. He talks about different stories people have

of them all the time, and because this I developed at a young age this "people-pleaser" attitude. When in the presence of my father I was quite, I kept my head down, I did as I was told when I was told, I was as sharp as a needle but I lived in a haystack and I made it my business not to pierce anyone. When I was with my mother I was not only alive but I was living, I

is safe and convenient. Most of the time it will not be convenient and it is not necessarily a safe place to be walking alone. This part of Dayton has some strange wanderers, people who are mean and not very smart. As you dig and tare through the haystack and it gets close to being all in pieces, you know that you must be getting close because it has to be in there somewhere. The story is different when trying to find a legal parking space. The driver could go up and down every row a million times

The bus moved down the dirt road, climbing resting on the slopes from the mountain. The young women responsible told us that the journey would last three hours and should stay calm and quiet in our place. Once in a while out my window, I might view the cliffs and a river running. No snow, the trees and the grass were green again. It slowed its speed the bus entered a large town; he continued its route through town and started once again climbing, between the walls of White Rock on the mountain and

Today is the day i get my baby rv back and i can hit the road again. I take two large plates full with eggs,bacon, toast, and waffles, plus about a dozen yogurts for the road. I walk out to the school where the student repaired my rv. I head over and see it, parked perfectly, i'm just praying that the student fixed it. I see him and head over to ask if everything worked out well. He said it did and that it really was a simple task, only the transmitter and blah blah blah was a little jacked up. He

were on shift when the firefighters stopped draining to the water. "The men entered the basement in wetsuits, radioactive water up to their knees, in a corridor stuffed with myriad pipes and valves," he continues, "it was like finding a needle in a haystack." according to Leatherbarrow’s version. And alive or not, the men went into a basement beneath the molten reactor core that slowly burning towards them. As they searched, they worried they wouldn’t be able to find it. Finally, the small light fell