One Deep Breath

The colorful leaves lept from the branches hanging above my head. As I stood waiting for the great monster to come roaring in front of me, I smelled the chilling fall air and smiled. I took one last deep breath and inhaled the warm, black smell of tractor fuel and I knew it was almost time. My grandfather came across the enormous field and parked in front of me, I grinned with both fear and excitement. I stepped forward with certainty, crushing the fallen leaves that lay in front of me. My grandfather

As I sat in front of my computer with the SNHU web page open I reached for my mouse to click to get more information I froze. I took a deep breath and started to remind myself the reasons I decided to go back to college. One of my many reasons is to get a degree in information systems. I was working for a banking software company and got a job with their IT department where they started me in the data storage room

cold this time of year. The alpha sighed and rested his head against the hard rim of the tub letting his eyes slip shut for a brief second. “Liam?” A tiny voice asked. There was a small knock at the door. Harry popped one eye open and bit his lower lip as he cursed under his breath. The knob jiggled and the lock clicked. Harry quickly sat up and began to stumble to his feet. The cold air hit him in an icy blast. He poked his head out of the shower and began to reach for a towel. He

honking and shouting of the city filled the air as the wind whirled into his bedroom. Slowly, he sat down on the ground as he crossed his legs. His left hand remained expended as his right closed into his palm. His eyes fell closed as he took a deep breath, the whirl of his vents filled his ears. He was used to it by now, it was his rhythm it allowed him to relax. Genji called out to his dragon hoping to receive an answer this time. When he tried earlier he was answered with complete silence. “Relax

going to go well. So after I brushed my teeth and fixed my unruly hair, I got into my car and set out on my long eight-minute commute to school. Since I am on the yearbook staff, we had taken the opportunity to participate in a yearbook convention at one of the local children’s schools. I was so excited, partially because I got to skip classes for the day, but also because I knew close to nothing about making a yearbook. When I arrived at my school, I noticed how quiet it looked. Well, it was an hour

and all I could do was sit still in my seat waiting for my father to finally break the tension that everyone in the room felt. He looked at every one of us and took in a deep breath, the only time I’ve ever seen my father’s demeanor this way was when he announced that my grandfather had passed away. He opened his mouth and words began to flow out one by one. I sat there speechless in denial as my father continued explaining the situation we were facing and how everything in our lives was going to change

Changes in Vocal Loudness following Intensive Voice Treatment (LSVT) in Individuals with Parkinson's Disease: A Comparison with Untreated Patients and Normal Age-Matched Controls. Movement Disorders, 16 (1), 79-83. ii. State the aim of the study in one sentence (1 point) This study assesses the impact of LVST on vocal loudness in individuals with dysarthria, who have been diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease. iii. State the number and type of groups and number of participants in the study (1.5 points)

the middle ages and were used to evoke the reader’s emotions of fear and suspense. The elements within the stories were heavily described to add to the author’s tone and mood of the reader. Edgar Allan Poe is a well known author in Gothic literature, one of his pieces “The Fall of the House of Usher” is a Gothic short story that features a grim tone using Gothic elements to draw the attention of the readers. The intentions of Gothic authors were to give the readers a look into the dark side of the

here, but I have a feeling of uncertainty. “Saige.” I hear a whisper from behind me. I whip around, and my eyes scan what I thought was an empty forest. I shake my head and stand up, snowflakes floating off of my winter coat and skirt. I see my breath in the air, and it mesmerizes me for a second. A big clump of snow abruptly falls from the trees. I gasp at the sudden noise and look up to where the snow fell from. An owl is looking down at me, it’s never blinking eyes looking into mine, and it

Introduction Teaching can be a rewarding profession, but it can also be a cause of stress for some. Conflicts arise in any situation where groups of people are placed together. A classroom filled with students will inevitably face conflicts. How the teacher approaches and solves these will determine the outcome of feeling successful or stressed. Managing a classroom full of students of any age can be difficult. It can be more challenging if that classroom consists of children who have not learned