Mormon Corridor

learn the overall narrative in which the region participates. Capitalism in the West: Mormons may have been among the first to settle in Utah; however

brother glaring down at her trying hold back a laugh. “You missed me again!” said Kaar. He couldn’t restrain himself any longer and spread his colorful wings as wide as they could go. The shrill cackling sound that followed echoed throughout the large corridor the catwalk was suspended in and annoyed Layla to no end. “Are you done yet?” she asked. Layla was back on her feet now and a single talon was tapping on the catwalk, a sure sign that her patience was running thin. She couldn’t help it, He drove

friend, it did not stop me from discovering my new year 10 class, only the nerves did. After I strolled my way through the school, the year 10 building stood right in front of me. I walked anxiously up the stairs and got a glimpse of the stretched corridor. When I attained the top floor where the year 10 classes were located, it

“No, sir” The man said, “It is not for free.” Endless mass of junk was stretched to either side of the stinking ally. I picked up the rusty old trophy which bore my name. The cold iron surface was visible from the craters in the gold paint. I scratched the surface and a large chunk of the fake golden paint fell to the land. The person manning the junk glowered at me. I shrugged and put the trophy back. “Do you know that this piece of junk has my name carved on it?” I asked, amused. The man was confounded

Latter Day Saints. Those people are commonly known as “Mormons.” Boy, let me tell you, there are Mormons everywhere in Vegas! There was always something about them that made me interested. There was a light as bright as the sun that always shined from them. They always had a smile on their face, from ear to ear and once you start talking to them I found that they are the nicest people. I then got to know and started hanging out with the Mormons. I then became interested with the religion aspect. I

correct the record of information provided about my religion; The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. With very little effort I was able to determine that the majority of the information provided was not from scholarly works but from anti-Mormon campaigns and literature, which motivations are to misrepresent, confuse, and misdirect. I struggle to find any primary source information in the section on my church. My post will be longer than expected because it is necessary that I provide this

Mary split with Lovienthal and Steaks as they left the rooftop in search of Laura and Pamela. She wanted to inform them of the zombies breaching the creek, and to help gather the children because it looked imperative that they would be leaving the school immediately. Steaks and Lovienthal set off for the bus garage to get Albert. They both hoped that he, Johnny, and the McAllisters had made it farther along in their fortification of a couple of buses than what the time had allotted them

Hellene took the keys by the tips of her fingers, making sure not to brush against the peeling skin of the guard. “Thank you,” she mouthed as she squeezed past them. She scurried down the stairs, her feet turning a bit bluer with each step as she descended. All that while, the cries of the baby lingered around her ears, so that she was no longer sure if a baby really was crying, or if she was just remembering the sound of it. She knew full well about her mother’s cape, spies told her of their every

happened. The lights are completely off, it is dark outside, and the Panther House aid is gone. I check the clock in the administrative office and it says 4:48 PM. A chill runs up my spine as the school quickly drops in temperature. I look down the corridor and see a bright ball of light. A deep hum fills the room and the ball of light at the end of the hallway is zooming right towards me. I try to run but I am struck by the mysterious object. In a great deal of pain, I fall back and close my

his hero; Steven wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. An hour and a half passed. Just when Steven was about to suggest they give up, the artist’s entrance door opened. A large man in a black suit announced, “Mr. Smith will see you now.” The corridor to the dressing room was barely wide enough to accommodate one person standing in the middle. The security guard instructed the group to form a single-file line against one wall. “We can only let in two at a time. The room is small,” he said. Steven’s