The Corner House

Two summers ago, I visited New York. Most of what I knew came from television shows and listening to the stories my friends told me about New York. Television shows like, “Sex in the City” and “New York Under Cover” showed me both sides of New York. “Sex in the City” show the glamorous nightlife. On the other hand, “New York Under Cover” exposed the violence and the crime. Despite the stories my friends told me, I wanted to experience New York for myself. To my surprise, New York is full of friendly

around seven years but it is still in mint condition. It had gold borders surrounding red roses with small, green leaves poking around the corners of the petals. It was mostly blue, and I loved it even more because that was my favorite color. The roses represent love, they were Chinese symbols. I went over to my mother’s house that was just around the corner because

morning when I went to the rummage sale down the street. My mom brought me every year while I was growing up. Out of all the houses, she always insisted on visiting this specific one. It was a tall blue house right on the corner of our street. It had white shutters and white window frames and a big white door smack dab in the middle of the white porch. The exterior of the house wasn’t very decorated. It was pretty vanilla as I like to say because it was plain, but it still intrigued me. The grass was

grandparents’ house for our annual Thanksgiving dinner. As I buried my face deeply into the warm body of my grandma, I breathed heavily to capture the whole moment. Throughout my childhood, I was clueless to the source of the scent. I just always assumed the house smelled so distinctly unique simply because that’s where my grandparents were. It wasn’t until a few years ago when I finally discovered the true origins of the smell. I had recently been invited over to a girl’s house whose class schedule

The Dainty Bear There was once a Dainty Bear. He had soft silk fur, a red line bow along his neck, and cream swirled ears. He was on a green shelf up high in a place called House. The problem was that the Dainty Bear was not very dainty. He comes down the green shelf for toy school but during school he talks and disturbs the other toys. Out he goes in the rain when all the other toys are inside. He bumps the other toys around. The Dainty Bear had no friends but he did not care one bit. Then one

Chasing lincoln's killer / James l. swanson book report This book is about lincoln our 16’th president assassination. It talks about how he died and the way they captured the killer and all the things they went thru to get him. The killer of our 16’th president was John wilkes booth. He killed president lincoln with a gun. John wilkes booth assassinated lincoln at a bar with lincoln's head turned talking to his friends about the meetings he has had and how they have been the there was like a

Julianna riehl Vocab word short story The house was peaceful, not a sound to be heard except for the light hum of the heater in the corner of the dark room. Dylan layed in bed unaware of the jeering sound that was about to overcome the silence. The alarm clock next to his bed reared to life causing a fervorous feeling to set in the pit of his stomach. Rolling over he slammed his hand on the alarm making the room silent once again. Dylan pushed the covers off his body and let out a long clamour

in the attic, I haven't eaten since this morning, and again why are we here?" Impromptu FBI roadtrip hadn't exactly caught Scully off guard- but driving to Georgia and spending all day in the car- only to pull up outside an old Army vet's widow's house, to crawl around in his attic full of dust that was older than her. And they never even stopped for food. "I told you Scully- there's an x file here." Mulder poked his head over a stack of boxes he wasn't done sifting through yet. Scully was

have been viewed from the adjacent Harris House Hotel. The hotel has since been demolished. The Broadway-Westport Building first functioned as small storefront on the first

MY FAVOURITE CHILDHOOD ROOM Our house was over 100 years old, with long narrow windows and a black lacquered front door, made of solid oak. When my dad stripped the lacquer off the door, it still showed the cut marks made by charcoal or a pencil that served as a guide for the original door maker. Our house was a medium brown colored two-story stucco dwelling, nestled between old elm and pine trees that sat atop a hill. In the winter if you stood at the very edge of the street, on your tipee toes