Sky Sports

The acoustics of woodpeckers carving into the wood is like a jackhammer. Birds singing to the tune of Moonlight Sonata. The sacchariferous smell of fresh cut Pine trees and the angelic look of Mother Nature at her sanserif looks like the land of the Avatar. The steel horse was whiter than fresh snow in Alaska. The rest of the colors were as pretty as the American flag. The tires were as black as charcoal. The powertrain on the steel horse revved like the irascibility of a muscular rodeo bull in Texas

The July moon was full, illuminating the ranch with peaceful, white light. The stars glimmered white and blue in the purple universe. The evening was surprisingly toasty for the usually brisk Rocky Mountains. Five rambunctious dogs of all shapes and sizes playfully chased each other on the gravel and dirt road while waiting for their wrangler owners, who were dancing inside the French Creek Saloon. Country Rock music blared from every crack and crevice, the saloon had come to life and was ready for

It was a sunny summer day morning. Parvus the dragon woke up from a beautiful dream about gold, adventures and home. A small smile crept on his face when he felt cold metal beneath his tiny claws. Under him, was his only treasure; a golden coin. Feeling satisfied that it is still there, he flapped his red wings in the air, admiring their glorious beauty in the sunlight, when an object loomed above him, blocking the sunlight. He quickly looked up to realize it was a human hand. They wanted to take

The sun glares at me, burning me even more as I look out onto the ocean. The water looks like a blanket of diamonds, making me grin easily. Thinking of the treasure out there, my toes curl into the sand, feeling the rough texture prod me even more. My tanned, muscled arm wraps around the smooth surface of my white surfboard, giving me a rush of adrenaline for what is to come. I jog towards the ocean, my heart thumping faster and faster as I get closer. The first splash of water hits me, a cold

Early in the morning on the African savannah the sun begins to emerge from the horizon. The morning sun continues to rise turning the sky a beautiful blood orange color. All types of animals are called to attention by an African tribal chant; “Nants ingonyama bagithi baba!” Groups of animals emerge from the thick fog walking across the grassy savannah. A flock of flamingos fly across the still crystal water. Herds of antelope hop like frogs through the morning mist. Meanwhile, a mother giraffe and

scene 1: Is earth DILAPIDATED? ( It was a hot a humid and hellish day in Alaska; all were enjoying this phenomenon until earth decided to chime in and oscillate like a blender. ALASKA LOOKED LIKE SAHARA DESERT .) Andrea:(A girl in her early twenties enjoys the idiosyncratic weather in her hometown Alaska.) I never thought Alaska would look like California. (in a high pitched voice) Sam: (her younger brother offers her a pungent virgin margarita.) Here you go, sister. (looking at her eyes as

The sun is bright, the sky is clear, and Mark is out with his friends. They are having a great time at the beach where there are dogs playing fetch and people enjoying the sun and the warm sand between their toes. You can probably predict that the mood of the text above is blissful, joyful, or peaceful. Authors sometimes use a description of the weather to help the reader better understand the mood of the text and make a connection to the characters or following events. For instance, Edith Wharton

color gray not only suggests a dull quality in the men’s life, but it reflects the idea of blurred moral lines and no direction. The clouds are gray, the smoke in the farmer’s house is gray, and in the dying daylight the monochrome of the ground and sky is gray. The gray smoke in the farmer’s house reflects the men’s disorienting experiences there that lead to further destruction, such as Kenny’s wound that results from confusion over the farmer’s request for Kenny to shoot the dog and the farmer’s

“Roofless Underground Dream Houses” Chapter 9 of Folks this ain’t normal by Joel Salatin discusses the idea that we should know where our stuff is coming from. Salatin also brings up the point that we should use local materials instead of imported, it helps the local economy. He believes, that it’s not normal that we get most of our materials from afar and that it is a very recent and odd thing. “For the first time in human civilization, you can flip on a switch or clench a nozzle to get energy from

Mountains and clouds in the sky are presented in the background. On the foot of the mountain is a lake surrounded by disorganized rocks and plants. Some rocks are stretching all the way to the center of the lake, where some people and their cattle are standing. The whole painting don’t have any special focus because the artist didn’t give any part more attention. The whole scene seems clear and calm in a sunny weather. The sunlight comes from the top part of the sky behind trees around the lake