Sky Sports

Ernest Cline is an American Novelist that lives in Austin, Texas with his wife and kids. He is a self-proclaimed “full-time geek.” Armada by Ernest Cline is a Young Adult writer that has written the award-winning book Ready Player One, The Importance of Being Ernest, and the screenplay for the 2009 film Fanboys. When Cline started writing, he initially did slam poetry, songs, and other types of literature, but nothing like a novel. After he had written the screenplay for the 2009 film Fanboys

the firewood I collected in the bus and select enough wood to start a fire.I place the stew from last night over the small fire while I warm up my hands. Above me I notice a large flock of birds chirping and screeching loudly as they soar across the sky. A herd of deer gallop past while a few rabbits peek out of their hiding. Watching these wonders of nature, I couldn't help but think of the differences between the wild and the city. In the city the simple beauty of nature is often overlooked or destroyed

The salty taste in the air, the combination of moisture and fine sand clouding my glasses, the sea, the beach, the power boats noise in the distance of the water. Ocean city. My Loud family and I make our way into the burning sand,"Ow oh my gosh!" Everyone screamed, which forced us to run to the moist part of the sand as quickly as possible. I was enjoying the hot sand between my toes as much as I could until it scorched my feet too much. The sun, right away, starts kissing my body all around and

3,2, 1 I jump, falling my stomach hangs above my head as I hold my breath. The warm blue surrounds my skin as i resurface. Once we returned, the bright sun slowly burns to form a falling ball of fire into the horizon, and the sky is no longer filled in with blue but dull and grey. The air turned cold and windy. The weather didn't seem to phase any of us. The lifejackets were the next stop. Waves curve over the orange sides of the IRB. Turning fast, we ride parallel across the

of grains of sand below on my feet. This unique combination of touch, sound, smell, sight, and taste creates an unmatched feeling of serenity at the beach. The moon, a glowing pearl perched up in the sky, beams down light onto my face as soft as a feather, in extreme contrast to the jet black sky. As I look up, the stars are scattered throughout the darkness like white Christmas lights hanging from the

but not sent for unknown reasons, to Gauguin, van Gogh stated, “I still have a cypress with a star from down there, a last attempt- a night sky with a moon without radiance, the slender crescent barely emerging from the opaque shadow cast by the earth- one star with an exaggerated brilliance, if you like, a soft brilliance of pink and green in the ultramarine sky, across which some clouds are hurrying” (Whitney 359). The cypress in the middle divides the canvas in half. On the left side of the tree

The rocks are warm on the shore at the lowest point on earth this hot summer day. I look ahead and see scenery I have only dreamed of in my sleep. The Mountains are hazy to my eyes and the Caribbean-colored water awaits my company. Afraid to go in, I think of what happened last time I came to the Dead Sea; I had an unpleasant experience. But I don’t hesitate for a minute. I don’t plunge in, for I know there are elements in the water that could make me very sick if swallowed, and hurt my eyes

She raised her eyes towards the night sky inhaling the crisp, moist air deeply into her lungs. Watching the moon hover high above her, she couldn't help but reflect on the past. Everything she had ever endured, the pain and the loss, would finally be validated as an investment instead of a seemingly endless line of discouraging setbacks. She had been used to gain some advantage or another in the effort of fulfilling her father's goal since she was a child. She accomplished all that was demanded

The sky was a luscious mixture of oranges, pinks, and blues as the sun set beyond the city and behind the mountains. Smoke rose from the tall city, ashes of buildings and dead bodies rising into the air. “You know, despite the fact the world is falling apart, it's still beautiful.” Mingyu took a sip of his Mountain Dew, looking at the view before his eyes. Wonwoo nods, a deep hum ringing out in his throat. The two boys sat in a car parked in the parking lot of their old high school building, a

Arabian Nights EC The Nineteenth Night The following night, Dinarzad said to her Scheherazade, “Dear sister, if you aren’t very sleepy, please tell us one of your fascinating tales?” The King added, “Let it be the continuation of the fisherman and the colored fish.” Scheherazade replied, “With the finest pleasure, O King.”: I heard, O King, that when the fisherman strolled into the King’s palace, he found that his net full of the four colored fish began to stop shaking. The fisherman was then standing