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Close your eyes and imagine what it would be like to live in a house surrounded by enormous vivacious trees. The view from every angle of your home would never be a disappointment. Think about how beautiful and breathtaking it would be to watch all of the leaves change colors during autumn. Right now, you are most likely inclined to believe that nothing could possibly be awful about living here, but you are wrong, very wrong. Now imagine that same house, but place it in a residential suburb of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
One beautiful day in summer two brothers Dom and Fred decide to go out to Fred's cabin out in the middle of nowhere. When they get there it seems that someone had been living there and abounded the cabin. That's when the two boys decide to go into town to get equipment to fix up the place. They grab a tent and camping supplies also because the cabin is in no shape to sleep in. They start heading out to the cabin and they clear and spot for their equipment and a place for a tent.
What a Day Once upon a time I was going to Cedar point. It was going to be awesome! I mean I’m with my parents and my older siblings going to a huge theme park. Not! Sorry guys this isn’t a fairy tale.
I am a pioneer! My pioneer story isn’t your average Latter Day Saint pioneer story, as far as historical LDS stories go! I was raised by goodly parents, I was born and raised in Spokane Washington. I am the youngest of three children born to Jim and Shannon Newell. My brother James is the oldest and four years older than myself.
Good morning ladies and gentlemen. I am Albert George McGuire, Captain of the first Australian infantry battalion. On the 25th April 1915, we arrived in the port of Dardanelles. Part of the D squadron, we sailed up to the shore.
“Log number 17: We have been lost for 10 weeks in this tundra, if anyone is hearing this then we are alive and I published this with my other log dates,” I chattered, while writing. “ What are you talking about?” questioned my pal Tom, but he goes by SANS. I replied with, “ I’m writing my 17th log date, you know I talk to myself when I write.” I have made 16 other log entries and he still questions me about this. But my cousin Sunnshine, my friend SANS (Tom), and I have been stuck in this stupid tundra in the middle of Greenland for 10 weeks, with limited food, freezing temperatures, and the University (the building we work for) completely forgot about us, go figure.
Mackinac Island. Never thought I would be here, but I was, FOR REAL! We got off the boat and waited for our bikes to come out of the boat. We got our bikes and started our route around the island. We rode about half a mile, when my cousin Andie said she had to go to the bathroom.
“Hop in the car,” my dad said. His outstretched arms guiding my eyes to the open doors. Our 2009 Honda Odyssey was a beige colored behemoth. Comically overstuffed with passengers and cargo, the sporadic rumbling of the V6 engine was disconcerting as we hit the road. “Will we even reach Meredith at all,” I wonder.
“Tip Up!” My dad yells as we are ice fishing up at our cabin. We are on Little Crooked Lake, we have never iced fished on this lake before, but we had good luck on there in the summer so we decided to try it again in the winter. We drove down the road to where the road cuts off to the boat landing, it wasn’t plowed so we backed down with the truck.
It also exemplifies the jurastic difference between the peaceful areas of the forest and the extreme woods in Alaska. One moment there can be a nice little open field and the next you cannot see ten feet without a tree getting in your way. From that the reader can easily foreshadow the events to come in Alex’s
The dagger of styx Such a great morning to fall out of a window Waking up in the Hades cabin is like waking up on a stone slab that is filled with rocks (i know stone slabs filled with rocks aren’t a thing but you get my point don't you) I feel like i was sleeping in a coffin (oh wait I was sleeping in a coffin shaped bed what smart guy thought that up). When I got out of bed i was still wearing business casual, black sweatshirt, black skinny jeans, black tennis shoes and a black baseball hat (you’re probably thinking “omg you’re a goth lad”, and yes my name is lad) I looked up and around the room two other bunk beds in front of me, also shaped like coffins, Nico de Angelo lay sprawled out in the bunk in the middle of the room (i don’t know
Doing my log number one was very different that my log number two. As the semester progressed the work load increased. In the beginning of the semester I would have a lot of time to go to the gym and watch Netflix. Now I go to the gym if I am lucky twice a week compared to everyday. I never get to see my friends anymore or my family.
The setting for most of the story is a small fishing lodge in the woods of Minnesota. The author describes this location as having “… great sweeps of pine and birch and sumac” between a few secluded buildings. Not only is the lodge isolated by
I see the faint shadows of towering, tall trees side by side in the forest. It 's dark out. All the critters are asleep and there are no longer the sounds of angry drivers racing down the nearby highway, or shouts of children on the playground a couple blocks down. The white, fluffy, deep snow makes it hard to walk, and my feet are numb from the cold. I have to squint my eyes to make out what 's in front of me.
Do you ever experience daily pressures that don’t seem to go away such as stress, anxiety, or even just nervousness from your job, school, or just life in general? If so you’re not alone it was recorded in 2011 that 22.7% of Canadians 15 and older reported that most days where “quit a bit or even extremely stressful” from daily life activates (Statcan.gc.ca, 2013). I would fit that category most days myself being a university student and a Part time worker with due dates and what seems like never ending bills. I like to use visual escape to relieve my day to day pressures, by visiting many areas in Nanaimo that make me feel more relaxed and ready for the next day. Areas such as Sugar Loaf Mountain, Pipers Lagoon, and Swy-a-lana lagoon offer