Lemonade stand

field were its white antlers, and a particularly thick bundle of honeysuckle became its body. Just to be safe I slowly leaned forward in my metal folding chair. I grasped the underside of my rifle with my left hand and let it rest on the edge of my stand. The farm sat squarely in Audrain County. A little spit of untamed land. A tan square dotted with gray forest. To the west, there were farms and ranchland. To the east a ways was a corporate feed lot. Hereford and Angus cattle would be shipped in

anything out of this stand it would be a pain for me to retrieve it. I got into the stand far before the light of the sun could warm the freshly snowed on grass. I could see my breath in the dim light of my lantern as I climbed into the tree. Step by step the ground grew further away from me, I was taking off into a new point of view. I sat down on the platform and started to pull my backpack up that I had tied to a rope on the ground. My body was tired from walking to the stand in all my gear. I took

The Stand by Stephen King was a very detailed, and engulfing story about a possible end to mankind. This “extermination” is caused by a man-made variation of the flu that is 100% fatal and spread through the air. It wipes out 99% of the world’s population in a month, leaving around 1 million people in the entire United States. The story is about how the population is split between good and evil and the battle that goes on between the two colonies. The story is presented from many different point

my last visit, I couldn’t seem to recognize any of the merchants I had come across in the past. Also, seeing that I lacked a definitive preference to what I wanted, I was aimlessly slipping between the cracks of human bodies hoping to come across a stand of necessities that wasn’t engulfed in human flesh. I found it astounding how congested Main Street was and how so many people were able to move about each other so efficiently, similar to cogs within a clock aside from me, being the loose rattling

Worst of it all is that you would think that you’d be best friends forever, unbreakable and partners in crime...Alas, that’s not the case. The worst of it all is that you’d expect something other than the same old cliche crap. But that is not the case. Do you want to know the reality of it? Absolutely nothing. What? Did you expect something? A big cat-fight? If it’s a girl then, yeah, but it is nonexistent. You know how they say “not everyone is who they say they are” They’re so damn right! It

Park Elementary School” sign had graffiti and missed a couple letters from the name. The court was terribly small, but we began by playing the superb team of Jam on It. We were blown out and I headed back up to my mom and dad in the parent filled stands. The game wasn’t even fun to play and we looked like third graders playing them. I looked up to my parents as sad as could be. “Nico stop!” My mother insisted. “Mom I played terrible and we lost! How am I supposed to be happy?!” I snapped. “Get

from the harvested stand and unharvested stand shows that wood thrush would likely be able to find a suitable breeding, nesting, and foraging habitat in this section of the Vermont National Forest (Table 1), particularly in the unharvested stand, though improved management practices could make the harvested stand more suitable. Wood thrush commonly hide their nests under leaves in a shady area in the midstory level, so it is important to have vertically and horizontally diverse stands (Hagenbauch et

As I trot the familiar path from the locker-room to the stadium, the air begins to thicken and crackle with static. The sound of cleats scuffing along on the pavement of the track onto the turf, with a faint cheering off in the distance is not easily recognizable inside the helmet. My heart crescendos its beats per second as I get a glimpse of the visiting team. They form a blurry huddle on the other side of the stadium, joined by their fandom that looks hazy like a demonsterous figure from my

I slowly opened the door of our cottage, being careful not to awake Mama. I looked across the stone road and saw the door of Ciara’s cottage slowly open. We meet eyes and join in the middle of our stone path as we start heading towards the village. Everything is quiet this early in the morning, and we don’t wish to disturb that silence, so we are quiet. She looks into my eyes again and starts moving a little quicker, into almost a gallop and turns to face me. “We’ll never make it going this slowly

In summer of 2015, about the end of June, me and my friend Austen decided to go on a little walk while our parents were talking to people. It was a hot summer day in Goddard, Kansas. We were not very sure where we were going or how long we would be gone, but we still decided to go anyway. We were just going to walk down the street talk about random things. So we grabbed what we wanted to take with us, including our phones, wallets and my test kit since I'm a type 1 diabetic. We also grabbed two