Audrey had just arrived to her work at the Carilion Roanoke Memorial Hospital. As she walked into the building, she could feel other people were watching her. Her rust colored bodycon dress fit her short, petite body just right as she elegantly walked through the door. She had her shoulder length, black hair pinned up nicely. She looked perfectly ready to start her day as Dr. Lane.
The cabins were small on the outside and very plain. "Squirrel cabin?" Cassandra read aloud after reading the sign. "That 's right Cassandra all the cabins here at Tigiwigi are named after the majestic wildlife from the forest!". Squirrels aren 't majestic, Cassandra thought to herself.
I think you should come to Michigan soon! There are lots of great things to do here. We have the Great Lakes with lots of beaches along the coast. There is a baseball stadium and a football stadium. People like going up north in the winter.
It was a beautiful day for the beautiful game of baseball to be played in the friendly confines of Wrigley Field, Chicago: breezy, sunny, but not a scorching hot, sweat-bead kind of day. Merely six miles south of Wrigley Field, we boarded the CTA purple line el train, along with clusters and clusters of Chicago Cubs fans also getting on each and every rail car from who knows where. But, let me tell you, I was in awe; I have never been with so many true fans who knew, not only baseball, but knew the Cubs! “Who’s ready for the Cubs to crush the Astros!”
It’s spring now and the winter was terrible let me tell you. There were 10 people dying every day from starvation or freezing to death or disease it was terrible. When we were marching there from the last battle we heard that there was going to be food there for 8 months turns out there was only food for 8 days. General Edwin and a bunch of other soldiers and commanders asked if they could leave and George had to let them go he just asked them if they would come back in the Spring ready to go. Hundreds of soldiers deserted valley Forge and went back home to their families.
As the 104th moves on from their real first test of battle, Stash is relieved he made it out of there alive. One thing for sure that this first battle taught him is always to be aware of what is around him. He told himself, just like in training, he can’t take his eye off anything from this point forward. He now knows this is real. There is no going back now.
We were afraid at nigh in the winter. We were not afraid of outside though this was the time of year when snowdrifts curled around our house like sleeping whales and the wind harassed us all night, coming up from the buried fields, the frozen swamp, with its old bugbear chorus of threats and misery. We were afraid of inside, the room where we slept. At this time upstairs of our house was not finished. A brick chimney went up
It was far larger than it had been made in the photograph Will had seen, and it seemed as though they had significantly expanded both the Eastern and Western halls. He finally understood why his guests had been so adamant about them staying at the house rather than a hotel; if he lived in a place so big, he thought, he would always be looking for ways to fill up space. The house’s distinct coloration had been almost entirely masked by a blanket of frost, and a small golden banner was draped from two ends of the low-hanging bargeboard, reading the following message: “Welcome to the debutante proceedings of Ms. Adara Barker!” Although the two children found it rather pretentious, Jeff felt a surge of relief at its presence, as, without it, he most assuredly would have missed the house along their first trip down the nigh pitch-black road leading toward the
Dear Mother, It’s has been indisputable here in the trenches, I’m in dire need of new socks. The doctors say they might have to amputate my foot if my trench foot gets any worse. Also if you could provide me with some next time you send me a package I would be beholden to you. In addition to the already gruesome situation, the rats have begun to eat the dead in no man’s land, and steal my bread when I’m not looking.
what is it that makes us feel the need to escape? Today was a totally different day; for the first time the sky wasn't pitch black covered with smoke everywhere, and there was no noise coming from the fighter jets, or guns, there were people repairing the broken up houses and filling up the trenches that were once considered useless to fix. For the first time in a very long time old Jenking's bar was open, and there was noise of partying and laughter coming from there. "This could mean only one thing; the war was finally over" The war that took away so many lives, the war that separated people living on the same grounds with just a painted white boundary was finally over. "This meant I could finally cross that line and I could explore
* There are days when time moves so quickly that it seems like the day ends before it has begun. There are days when time moves so slowly that a day stretches and expands and there seems to be no end in sight. Jo’s days were long days. Monotonous and repetitive. She longed for change but the only change on the horizon was the sentencing and prison.
Another day was so much like the one before, and the many before that. He walked the house and grounds, slowly, letting time pass as it must. Alone, present but not present, for can one truly be there if no one knows of it? Like the saying he’d heard more than once over the unmeasured time of his existence: If a tree falls in the forest but no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? He ambled through the back yard, pausing under the tree from which he’d been hanged, cursing his tormentors, vowing to haunt them for all time.
Donna, Jenny, and I found a campsite to forage from. We had just ran out of gas so we left the car behind and walked. We found 3 old, rusty trailers(This is sensory detail and coordinating adjective) and a shaded porch! We might’ve just found the strand of hope we needed!
Odysseus and his men sail to the island of Aeolus after escaping the Cyclops. Before they leave, Odysseus receives from Aeolus a wind that will blow him back to Ithaca and a bag that holds the stormy winds. While they sail, the men get curious and open the bag. This releases the stormy winds and they are blown back to Aeolus’s island. Then Odysseus and his men sail to the land of Laestrygones.
There was no chattering or chirping of birds; no growling of bears and no chuckling of contented otters; instead, the clearing lay desolate and still, as though it never wished to be turned into day. The only occupants were rodents and spiders who had set their home in the dank, forgotten shack. From its base, dead, brown grass reached out, all the way to the edge of the tree-line, unable to survive in the perished, infertile soil that made up the foundations of the house. Bird houses and feeders swung still from the once growing apple trees, in the back garden, consigned to a life of
