The Cat Who Walks Through Walls

“Please tell me, why there is an ostrich in my living room.” Kendal said from her bedroom door. She closed it to keep her Hemingway cat and her hubsand’s new lab puppy in there. “It’s not an ostrich; it’s an emu.” “Zhane.” Kendall rubbed the bridge of her nose. He squinted through his right eye only, given the left one being swollen and black. “Sorry if I woke you. I was trying to be quiet, but this is an ornery bird.” He was thoughtful if not smart. “It is an ornery

mysterious man as he stealthily walks towards The Weeknd. He harshly covers his head with a transparent plastic bag. The Weeknd tries to breathe, but his breath is trapped and creates a blur in the plastic. A few seconds after a horrific struggle, The Weeknd is left lifeless; he is lying on the floor covered with the plastic that reflects his frozen eyes. As the villain uncovers his mask, we see it is The Weeknd — this time his hair is shorter. As he proceeds through the hallway admiring several portraits

was big enough for me to walk into but definitely something was trying to get in. when I got through rocks tumbled and now was blocking my way out. I took a look at my surroundings and it was a huge place inside a tiny cave it was so open and there was a stream. I walked over to the stream and was shocked at what I saw there were markings on the wall of a cub a baby saber cat she was with her mother and she looked happy then I looked at the rest of the paintings on the wall the cub was playing with

will molt twice in 10 days to form the filariform larva, it will then enter another body of a living being through its skin in their foot, it will travel up to the lungs through the circulatory system, the worm will travel to the intestine, in the intestines it molts into an adult worm, then it will attach to the inner walls, mating occurs if another worm is present, and the eggs will pass through the body in feces again.

just recently graduated a four year top notch university. He had wiry black hair, and blazing blue eyes. He had two animals at his apartment, one dog and one cat. His cat was a Sphynx, and his name was Osiris, named after the Egyptian god. His dog

Dawn til dusk, everyday, all summer long, my mother was working. Running through the halls of a hospital helping people who lost any hope of seeing tomorrow. The running didn't stop though. She would come home at night and keep exercising. My sibling, mother and I would go up and down the hills in our neighborhood. while we would take long walks, my mother always had advice for us. My mother always talked about how God created a beautiful world. She also, would say every day, “thank God for your

far end of the room. On the other side of the gate was...nothing. A pitch-black void. 'And this is the Chalkpit.’ It always filled him with awe, no matter how many times he saw it. Carved into the gate were hundreds of animals made from wood. Birds, cats, dogs and other little creatures. Mosaic followed him as he walked closer. The animals came to life. The robin on the bough sang his heart out. The tawny fox scratched itself then sniffed the air. He watched a field mouse as it swung on a blade of

Mark Haddon once said, “Reading is a conversation. All books talk. But a good book listens as well.” Although, there are many children's adventure books, The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cineros is the best by far. The book is intriguing, funny, heart-warming and full of adventure. The book paints a vivid picture of Esperanza and her family living in their new house on Mango Street. Sadly, the house doesn’t meet up to Esperanza’s expectations, but she learns to adjust to her new home. The character

two halves of the building. In this gap, there is a connecting concrete flooring that is level with the two previous halves’ floors. The Howe students, faculty and I called this structure the “breezeway.” During a hot school day, the wind tunneled through the breezeway and brush across me like an ocean of cool air. Of all the memories in the breezeway at my high school, I can remember one moment where I saw something that changed my outlook on what I wanted to become. During the beginning of my experience

Society is a labyrinth of flaws, where limitations and failings obscure behind walls and individuals struggle to escape. In society today where mistakes are locked behind passwords, and imperfections are easily concealed with Photoshop, satire provides a clear reflection of the truth, and essentially the flaws. Satire, as an instrument of humour exposes and criticises the flaws of society and intends to raise awareness of issues and improve humanity. However, the abundance of pride and vanity in