The Last Remnant

and lovely, but in the book they appear in the middle of a chaotic chapter. Not only are the little frivolously flapping floaters seen playing, they are seen playing in the vastness of nothing, and finally land on nothing else, but a soldier’s remnants. The butterflies

The photographs taken by Terry Evans in the collection “Heartland” show a range of perspectives of the Midwest prairie. “Heartland” displays characteristics of the traditional Gothic through the combination of wide landscapes and dilapidated factories. Photos from three collections portray the transition of the untouched landscape to an overgrown and gothic scene. The first photos of the gothic transition come from the “Prairie Images of Ground and Sky” collection. The collection shows untouched

a start. Her breathing was erratic, and the remnants of that nightmare lingered behind her eyes. She bunched up the sheets that lay around her and a strangled sigh escaped her mouth. She won’t cry, not anymore. Not after the decision she had made. Her black tresses covered the expanse of the empty bed as Cleopatra realized that her lover had left early this time. She sat up and the silk sheets that had covered her bare body fell on the floor. Remnants of the night before crept into her mind and

The Power of Myth is both a tribute and an organized book conversation between Joseph Campbell and Bill Moyers on the subject of mythical symbology in the world today in addition reformatting ancient stories for our inner life today. Joseph Campbell was an avid learner of mythology, literature and books that he can get his eyes on to read. He was a fantastic teacher and storyteller, by way of bringing these myths to life, thus activating our own imagination within our minds and psyche. As a spiritual

very uttering of this science fiction buzz-word conjures elaborate and imaginative images of decomposing, slack-jawed, mindless creatures hungering for flesh. Their clothes are usually dirty and ragged, their teeth stained yellow and red, the remnants of their last meal on their lips, and a telltale missing limb or chunk of flesh from when they crossed from life into un-death. The manner in which the zombie plague is passed will often differ: one of the earliest iterations of the zombie in the 1932 movie

As I arrive at the beach, I am greeted by a cluster of familiar faces of fellow family members. I slowly break away from the crowd and reach one particular vantage point from which I can gaze out at the lazy sea. Gently swashing against the shore and receding, the sea is a brilliant-blue blanket of comfort for the shore. The golden sand sways around as the waves gently deposit galaxies of seashells for my eyes to relish. I can see children playing in the mud, their feet devoured by where the sand

Library Assignment #1 Tommy Watson 4. Affirmative Action Affirmative action allows university, companies, etc. to establish and maintain diversity. This is necessary because it breaks down color barriers and moves America towards a more united and fair country. Currently statistics show that African Americans, Hispanics, etc. earn less than their white counterparts, how can we call ourselves a nation indivisible, with liberty and justice for all when certain people are paid more just

our eyes open.¨ - Jawaharlal Nehru If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? Would it be to the high, rocky terrain mountains, scenic valleys where you could see miles and miles of green, or would you visit ancient mountains with remnants of ancient ice glaciers? If you answered yes to any of these, the Pyrenees is the destination for you. Famous for its high majestic mountains, and great green valleys, it´s a very popular tourist safehaven, for those looking for a scenic and beautiful

Everything happens so fast. She doesn’t have time to scream before an unknown force causes her to lose balance and she plunges face-first into the tarp-covered pool with a splash. Chlorine bums her eyes as she twists around to take in a last breath before her head goes under. Under normal circumstances, she could’ve gotten out without a problem; however this time, the tarp’s weight drags her down. The plastic hugs her like a cocoon and she sinks like a stone. Panic takes over as she thrashes and

Well, this is it. Our last night. The last page of the scrapbook we call high school. Our scrapbooks are filled with memories from the first day we walked into these halls ... to this very night. Pictures crammed in, ticket stubs nestled between them, adorned by dried corsages and newspaper clippings, yellowed with every fond recollection. The smiling pictures are the friends we?ve made in high school. Friends are what make life special. Every person we encounter has a definite effect on our