Oxford Street

It was a cool morning; a harsh breeze rushed through his window, which was slightly ajar. He felt the breeze, shivering; he decided to check his clock. It was seven o ' five, time to get ready for school, but he didn 't care. Andy was a Royal now; The Royals were one of the biggest gangs in the city besides the Guardians. He felt a sense of pride when imagining himself in his signature purple jacket, embellished with The Royals emblem. I 'm not a boy without a sense of belonging anymore, now I have

put together in order to get an address. It said 108 S. Main St. We get to the house and ring the doorbell, no answer. The house looks vacant so we get out the puzzle and redo it. We ring it one more time and a little girl on her bike comes up the street and tells us that no one lives there and hasn 't lived there for a while. So we call Mrs. Etter and she finally gives us the

eighteen-century along with new buildings that are being built with hopes of rejuvenation. Street corners are another aspect that can be analyzed to observe the changes in this city. The street corner that will be explored over the past 100 years is the intersection of Barrington and Prince Street. This corner will be analyzed through the use of Halifax archives and other historical websites to understand what the streets looked like to interpret how it felts

My Family Abroad The familiar sound of a trumpet filled the air, causing everyone to stop what they were doing. For the next one minute and nine seconds “Retreat” and “To the Flag” plays over the loud speaker on our small post in Daegu, South Korea. Every soldier, seemingly entranced by the song, held a salute. This happened every day at five o’clock on the dot to signal the end of the work day. As the sound of the trumpet trailed off I dropped my salute and stood in formation alongside my friends

awake. I write most of my songs in the morning. It’s like I’m closer to who I really am because I was just asleep. Anyway I was tapping my pen on the notebook struggling to make lyrics off the top of my head. Alright, okay I got it. On these streets of Atlanta lived a boy named Alonzo got no role models got no footsteps got nobody to follow Full of pride straight up thug no rules to abide Got labeled spun the tables but the boy was unstable- Awe come on! I had it going but I choked

EDGE OF THE STREET Everlast Chain M ost people live a normal life, in a normal house, with a normal family, they have all the money, all the things a modern family would need for a boring life, well that’s not really the case for me, but, to much of my disappointment, it’s not much better either, in terms of a ‘house’ and a ‘family’, in life though, I’ve pretty much got everything I need. Let me explain. My name is Leo, and I live a sophisticated

Phillip Burgess Tiffany Mcafee 4-24-11 English 105 The Human Experience "The Human Experience" is a spellbinding, real and fascinating movie. This movie is one of the best documentary films of the 21st century. It totally touches on every feeling that a human can possibly feel. From the saddest to the happiness of total euphoria. This movie is a spiritual and uplifting masterpiece seen through many different eyes. It's explained and expressed by all walks of life everyone from

obvious this age group lived in these homes seeing the décor on the front porches and the cars in the driveways. The average household income ranges between seventy and eighty-five thousand dollars per year (StatisticalAtlas). Just walking down the street I noticed most of the lots are designated for either college students, expensive residential homes, or parks with green spaces. The neighborhoods average price for a normal sized home would range between three hundred and three

direction and see, ok?” “Ok” Danny said. We make our way wandering down never seen before streets in the city of Los Angeles. “Hey Danny don’t you think it’s just up there… Danny… Danny? Where'd he go? Oh no I think I lost him. But how he was just here a second ago. I call for him and search around the streets. It’s getting cold and I am tired. I hurry up and try to find the hotel. I remembered what the street name it’s on and asked a lady for directions. She guided me towards the hotel and I get back

the sickness that I dared no enter until four nights had passed in the stable and no noise came from within. I took nothing and fled to the streets. “I failed to see to the burial of my family. They rot where they fell, the rats crawling from corpse to corpse. Fearing death myself, and knowing it is coming for me, too, I ran from home to home on our street and where there were the dead I took what coins I could find and stored them in my purse. A boy about my age lay swollen on the floor of one