It was an idyllic getaway for Christmas, a beachfront resort in Indonesia, shining lights wandering into the inky sky; moon replicated in the glittering sea, brightly painted fish streaming through the clear current. That’s the perfect Christmas; collect with friends and family celebrating the divine event. Christmas was arriving soon henceforth Jack decided to experience a thrilling trip of his lifetime with his gorgeous wife and his two lively children in Indonesia. As the family strode out of the hot, suffocating plane into the dazzling sunlight, beaming down across the hot roadway, Jack felt nervous and excited. Holding his beach bag in his hand and sunglasses on with his other, the family flip-flopped down the airspace. Overhead they received the scream of gulls and the gossip of the small furry sparrows. They couldn’t believe it! They were actually in Indonesia.
After driving for an hour through the bumpy roads, they slowed down and around the corner was the luxurious hotel. The family reached the gigantic hotel in the midafternoon, the sky was bright blue and the boys were excited to play and take a dip in the gigantic swimming pool. The staffs were caring and guided the family to their rooms. As soon as they walked through the front door, they entered a beautifully arranged room with everything in complete order as if it had never been touched. Even the damp towel from the morning shower had been replaced by a fresh one. Later in the evening, they had the dinner of their choice delivered to them by another smiling man dressed in a tuxedo. It was the family’s holiday of an era, and they all were geared up for the next day.
The next warm morning, the heat was so miserable that the father and sons had decided to go and cool...
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.... Groaning and screaming with anguish, she writhed about on the floor, clutching her body. Her eyes were watery with the utter pain and her breathing came out in sharp, shallow rasps. But as she husband, her face lit up in joy. After hours and hours of struggle, the family had finally reunited with each other. Josh, Marcus and Jack sat around Ayesha’s bed and held her hand. Their entire family was together, safe and happy.
After a few days, a helicopter came to their rescue and whisked them away, back home, safe and sound. What they envisioned to be a perfect family holiday became a tragedy-struck vacation filled with agony and despair. Never did they imagine that they would be separated from each other to such a degree. But at the present, they were with each other, safe in their home.
-“Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get.”
The first few days were the men getting ready to leave the miserable situation they were in the past, but this was not without complications. The men first had to find e...
Southern family preparing to go on what seems to be a typical vacation. The story is humorous at first because the reader is unaware of how the story will end. The tone changes dramatically from amusing to frightening and plays an important part in making the story effective.
When he arrived at the home the servant who took his hoarse and directed him to the room that Mr. Usher was in greeted him. Inside the house was also very ornate, but it to had also been left alone for to long. The entire house had a gloomy atmosphere that would put a chill down most people’s spines. When he entered the room his friend was staying in he was warmly welcomed. He could not believe the changes that his dear childhood friend had endured.
"We were going to sadder. That was true. But were going to live. And that mattered." (303)-Ramiro Lopez
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