Sky Sports

my first step, starting slow and steadily increasing. One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven. When I jump, the pole’s strength pushes against my arm. I use my left hand and drive with with all the force I possess. My legs heave upwards toward the sky with my upper body soon following. As I turn over, I feel myself slowly soaring higher to the point where I was able to pitch my pole back towards the runway. From that moment I knew I was different. I was exceeding my brothers, I was exceeding my dad

commenced my journey with a goal of liberating Mr. Leroyś family from slavery. I had to think long and hard about how I was going to get nourishment as well as where I was going to sleep when night approached. It was a very chilly evening and, the sky looked exceedingly dreary as I rode Flap-Jack down the dusty road. It had been about 3 hours since I started riding. Then all of a sudden I heard a loud boom. I muttered under my breath, looks like storms coming our way boy better find someplace where

The sky melted from a clear blue to creamsicle orange and pinks to a dark, starry navy. I could see the sun’s transition really well inside the little glass diner I worked at, Cosmo’s. The ceiling and walls were constructed entirely of glass, and blue lights made up the floor, giving the small diner a cold, lonely feeling. The booths were silver with pastel blue cushions, the tables silver with shimmery blue tablecloths, pressed under glass. The bar table, that enveloped me, silver with blue lights

divided into seven territories. Where you are standing on the shore of they’re unique ocean, the waters stretches far as you can see, to the horizon. It changes color with the light and the color of the sky, from green to blue to gray. And then, in twilight, you cannot tell the ocean from the sky. Ripples and waves unceasingly flow toward you, eventually break into foam, creep up to your feet and slide back. The ocean makes a sound like water surging and retreating. There is a scent of the salt water

Mary Katherine Grondin Mrs. Dinsmore Honors American Literature 11 September 2014 The Meeting of Spring and Winter A Narrative Writing Based on the Chippewa Native American Story of the Spring Beauty At the end of another winter, an old man sat in his lodge which stood on the banks of a frozen river. The days were not as frigid as they had been in the last three months. His fire was dying, yet the air was not so cold. He was ancient and solitary. Age had turned his long hair a snowy white, and

small boat ahead contains an innocent child with his mother outside what can only be their house. The pleasant subtlety of the sea breeze peacefully floating in the air causes relaxation that cannot be helped. If you look up you can see the beautiful sky extending as far as the eye can see. The clouds soaring into the distance beautifly. The mountains in the distance, elegantly sitting in the distance. The birds chirping their song in mid day. This place gives a sense of Everything that can be seen

sense of hospitality and the lack thereof was what segmented them as if they were kingdoms of night and day. Hospitality was the key to the Kingdom of the Sun while intimidation and exploitation was the driving force behind the Kingdom of the Silver Sky. The Kingdom of the Sun was born when a star of fire fell from the heavens, the heat of the star was so immense that it decimated the valleys and greenery for a radius of 1,000,000

The Unforgettable Cruise to Hawaii and the Seagull Friend “Worldly fame, power, and money are all great values in life; but the greatest value of all, in life, is love.” Christian muse’s to himself as he walks down the stairway of the San Francisco airport terminal. He makes his way to the taxi ward for a ride to the Sunshine cruise liner. It will be en route from San Francisco, California to Honolulu, Hawaii. It will pass through vast seas, emerald tropical islands, and reflect the beauty of the

How did the Polynesians find their way to Hawaii, over two thousand miles from any other land? Was it over population at home, or political turmoil? Whatever reason for leaving these people used amazing knowledge and skill of the ocean and of the sky to navigate them to this new land. They faced the unknown and braved into the wide-open ocean for long periods of time. The real focus in this paper is on the navigation techniques that they used in these voyages throughout the Pacific. It's

Phoebus was the sun god and Phaeton was his son. Phaeton wanted to drive his father’s magnificent sun carriage across the sky. Phoebus forbade this because he deemed it too dangerous, but his unruly son ignored and did it anyway. Phaeton loses control of “the fiery footed steeds” and crashed tragically killing himself and scorching the earth. This foreshadows the lover’s death