Street skateboarding

My second step backward smacked me right against into a third guard. He wrapped his arms around my chest, crushing my arms against my sides. Lord Griffin’s purse smacked painfully against my leg as struggled. “It’s been a while since we’ve had a hanging,” the guard in front of my said leaning against the wall. “I hope those pompous asses in the castle let us have this one.” “Maybe they’ll let us chop off his hands to decorate the front gate.” The guard holding me laughed, the vibrations made

fire in the hearth crackled as I sat upon a chair in my chambers, peering out a window to the cobblestone streets below, lit by an afternoon sun. I have had many days much like that one—dreary days filled with hours of nothing but pondering. After the end of the war, I had quite a lot of time to myself, a thing that aroused suspicion in the minds of certain citizens; when I roamed the streets of the town, I often heard people chattering to themselves about my accomplishments in the war like hens clucking

Where was home? I could never find it. Not in the old apartment I used to live in, not in the house I lived in now. The closest I remembered ever getting to the feeling of home was in my room, but it still didn 't feel right. It hid from me. It taunted me. I could never catch it. Then we went to visit a country, my home country. România. We landed in the main city, Bucharest. However, as the landscape settled, creating a picture holding familiarity, it stirred no sense of nostalgia. Nonetheless,

for America and for all.” The parents of the children thought it was a bad idea for them to get involved in the violence and segregation. Turns out, it was a favor to them what the children did. The effect of the children walking for miles on the streets of Birmingham, Alabama was inspirational. All because they wanted respect and equality. Two basic human right we have in our world now. Which if you think about it, was because of their help. Their stance towards the right direction led us to where

Doolittle shares many differences and similarities with Henry higgins. And even though it may not seem so; these two work together through clashing their personalities but both believe in the same ideal. While Eliza Doolittle struggles to survive on the streets of London and Henry Higgins enjoys life of a wealthy gentlemen, both share an ideal that through education and language, life can change drastically. But how a person uses their education shows who they truly are. Eliza and Higgins are very alike

with your family on a beautiful evening. You drive through small towns with magnificent trees, 100’s of years old, lining the streets. If you drove down that road many of times, you would know that the trees were amazing. Wouldn’t it be a shame to drive down that street again, and those beautiful trees were gone, and a sidewalk there instead? The trees lining Main Street in Lake Mills shouldn’t be cut down because the road detours will be an inconvenience to citizens and businesses, the trees give

outside of the house were negative for M-1. Ms. Ford, provided a photo of M-1, fliers were made and approved of M-1. At 1140 hours, this writer met with employee Ms. Eleni Tesfaye Sadk of Rhode Island Avenue, Liquor store located at 1814 Hamlin Street, Northeast (202) 526-1216 she told this writer she knows M-1 very well. He is her first customer everyday. She last saw him three days ago. He purchased a 12 ounce natural light beer and Wild Irish Rose wine. This location does have video survillance

Facing the river, I could hear the hustle from the rows of bungalows crouched upon the long stairs behind me, along which mottled walls tumbled. I lived in an unusual part of this city; nearly abandoned after World War Ⅱ, it collected everybody from injured veterans to recently “re-educated” scholars, and recently, from pedlars to drug dealers. Years ago, the slum’s veterans began to abuse narcotics as an alternative to expensive medical treatment, and soon narcotics took a hold. Addicts gathered

“Alright just tell me one thing...who’s on top?” Loren jumped up, out of his seat and lunged at the man. Kevin jumped off of the desk and attempted to run away. Loren picked up the stapler on his desk and threw it with deadly precision at the back of his head. Kevin cursed, holding the assaulted spot and rounded the corner. “Idiot,” Loren sighed, sitting back in his chair. His work went undisturbed for a few hours, before his phone rang. “Hey, Loren,” Danny spoke on the line, “Come here.” She

steals, he still manages to take care of his family. John is the messenger that gives most of Days care packages to the family. No one else knows in which Day is still alive and that he is now the Republic’s most wanted criminal. While living on the streets with Tess as his only company, he still cares about