Hold Me

is extended abroad under you. There is the dreadful pit of failure of the wrath of your Coach, there is it’s wide gaping mouth open; and you have nothing to stand upon, nor anything to take hold of, there is nothing between you and failure but the air; its the only power and mere pleasure of your Coach that holds you up. You probably are not sensible of this; you find that you are kept out of failure, but do not see the hand of your Coach in it; but look at other things, as the good state of your healthy

J. Taylor Self-portrait: You can 't hold me back Mixed Media 2017 My self-portrait is titled “You can 't hold me back”. It is a mixed media artwork. In this work, I am standing in a burst of green, going against the blues, pinks and purples around me. The left half of my face is a skeleton, while the right half is normal. My lungs are plain white, directly to the right, with words that represent what makes me happy, and a butterfly wing that represents freedom, and golden hands gently cupping them

Hardest Two Weeks In The Army. Quickly, I make my way to the waiting Blackhawk helicopter. Even with my full combat load strapped to my back the rotor wash threatens to push me over. My face is pelted with grass and other debris; motivation and determination makes me run harder. As I reach the Blackhawk the Black-shirt directs me to one of four repel lines anchored to the aircraft. I wrap the line through my d-ring and climb into the cabin. I wait, crouched in the doorway, for my three other comrades

My dearest sister, I hope this letter finds you well. This trip has been a harrowing journey for me. About half way across the large, blue ocean, a beam was cracked! I was told that the beam offered great support to the ship. It is a wonder that I am still alive and not trapped in Davy Jones’s locker. Oh sister, the storm was horrendous. I was not able to even write because of all the movement of the waves. The waves were three times the size of my house! Thankfully, my husband happened

Let’s begin from the end. It ends with a group of teenagers thrown into prison for assassination, attempted murder, and treason. And, to be fair, that wasn’t an unfair sentencing. We did, technically, try to kill the president. And we did try to overthrow the government. But who could blame us? This entire country had fallen apart, and no one else seemed to be doing anything about it. So, it was us, a group of four kids who decided to take a shot. Literally. We had all been friends for a while, meeting

Parcak, and I got out of the plane, getting our tools. At that point our satellite was telling us that the pyramid was right underneath us. Sarah exclaimed, “I think we should start digging.” “Yeah I think that is a great idea,” I said taking hold of my shovel. We were digging for a long time, in the cold, windy day, it seemed like we had been digging forever. All of a sudden I look down and there it is. “Sarah, Sarah there it is, we found it!” I said excitedly. I can’t believe we found

But nothing happened. No pulses were ever emitted from the magnetron or even the rhythmic humming commonly associated with the flow of a large amount electricity through hardwired components. No sparks had showed themselves as a result of vast amounts of microwaves striking and then being deflected off the bronze which made up the volunteers statue. And, no reading was ever measured on the Geiger Counter, its needle remaining dead to the world. The crowd had been silenced by the end of Inez’s countdown

Blaise launches into the air and scans the sky for Styles. The flabby man screams in fear as he hurls toward the ground a breakneck speed. “Hold on Styles!” Blaise makes a motion with his hands and the big man begins to slow down. The sound of a woman screaming above him commands his attention next. Titanika is white as a sheet as she watches the ground rushing up at her. “Anika!” Blaise shouts as he reaches toward her. Like Styles, she too begins to slow her descent. A few moments later, all three

and his men go on the journey, one of the islands they go on is the land of the cyclops. One of the cyclops goes to Ulysses and his men and say how he is going to eat them. Ulysses offers him alcohol and he gets drunk and falls asleep. Ulysses’ men hold down the cyclops, and Ulysses jumps down and stabs the cyclops’ eye and gets him blind. “You four get on one side of his head, and the rest on the other side… He lifted his white-hot sword. ‘Now!’ he cried. Driving down with both hands and all the

offensive linemen huddled in front of me and got into position. Two receivers on both sides and my running back behind me. What should I do? Should I pass the ball or run the ball in myself? I knew what to do and was going to accomplish it. My teammates all huddled around and told me, “ Pass the ball through the defenders when I run a slant, time it perfectly.” Someone else told me, “throw towards the end zone, hail mary, I’ll catch it for sure. ” So many ideas coming at me at once and had one chance. The