Terry Kinney

I was born in the woods. Technically speaking, I was born at West Side Hospital in Nashville, Tennessee, but brought home and raised in the woods. Five years before I arrived, my parents purchased nine acres of land in Tennessee and built a house that backed into four hundred acres of land. It was heavily covered in trees and brush — a place where all of God’s handiwork was still in its original state. They cleared away just enough land for a house and a small yard; the rest belonged to the wild

They were on their morning walk through the endless trails and old dirt paths that twisted and turned until you saw no end. The trails were covered with fresh snow stacked upon autumn’s forgotten leaves that were never bothered to be picked up. Walking into the woods, holding his gun with an old torn red flannel tee on, Jason has doubts that this might be his last season. Charlie was already climbing down the hillside, straying off the trails, and hoping of making the first kill to prove his worthiness

For centuries, humans have related nature to their lives in any way, shape, or form as a way of coping with or understanding their current situations. No matter how intricate or complex human nature is, we, as humans, still use nature and the colors presented in nature to explain events or fears. Within the novel The Scarlet Letter, flowers, the land on which the cabin lies, clothing and their colors, the woods, and the comet are used to further explain situations in which characters find themselves

I was in the back seat of my car, listening to my music. I was paying little attention to my parents who were going on and on about how this would be a great “bonding experience”. “Blah Blah...nature...blah blah...the great outdoors…”, that was what I heard them babbling about. We drove by an obstacle course with a zipline over a shiny brown mud pit. It was near a thicket of woods. “Maybe we could do that while we are here?” my mom asked with a hopeful look in her eyes. “Maybe” I reply. She turns

Autumn and Disanje Once upon a time, there was a beautiful “princess” by the name of Autumn. She gained this name thanks to her pale auburn hair, her smattering of freckles, and her birth season, fall. As a child, Autumn grew a fine woven crown intricately designed of thin vines, delicate flowers, and dainty leaves. As the seasons changed, her crown did too. In the summer her head was topped with an abundance of color from the vibrantly hued hibiscus, azaleas, and roses that bloomed there. As summer

When I was a young boy, I lived with my father, a woodcutter and his wife. My name was Hansel and I had a sister named Gretel. We were a poor family that lived in a great forest. Great misfortune hit and we couldn’t get bread from the land. That’s when it happened. It was night and we were all in bed. I couldn’t sleep because of my intense hunger. I was laying next to Gretel when I heard father. He was complaining with mother about how to deal with the lack of food. That’s when I

I was running down the muddy street of Buffalo hearing some sneers and mothers telling their children to “look away from that black thing.” I’m somewhat used to the ignorance of others even after I came north. I expected there to be less sneering and cursing at me in the north, well in comparison, it is less than if I was in the south. I quickly slow down as I approach the gorgeous marble library in central Buffalo. When I enter the library I see the ample arches, marble flooring and a stunning

Sue lived in the woods not far away from the city. Her dog polar was her best friend it was always with her when she didn't know how to express her feelings or when she was lonely. when she found that polar wasn't there when she came from school she went out to his part of the woods where sue and her grandpa would always go and talk about each others day and what was new in their lives. One late afternoon sue got news about that he had left them forever. She didn’t take the news pretty well . sue

In the early morning of Sunday, a very beautful young lady by the name of Jaidan awoke stranded in the woods. She had heard much rumors about these very woods. The village people said the woods were haunted with ghosts and talking trees. Although, Jaidan didn’t believe the stories, she was still frightened. She had no idea how she got there, or how she was even going to get back. “Hello?” she yelled, hoping to recieve a response. “Anybody out here?” she called out. Nobody answered so she

The creature reads several texts at the start of Chapter 15. What does he learn from Paradise Lost and what does he understand about himself? Support your answer with evidence from the text. The creature learns that he is wretched, helpless, and alone. He understands that he is similar to Adam. “Like Adam, I was apparently united by no link to any other being in existence.” (Shelley, 118) Why does the creature claim that Satan was better off than him? The creature claims that Satan was better