Stairway to Heaven? “The only thing that’s standing between me and my education are these stairs.” This was a remark made by a student as she started her walk up the staircase by the Smith Field House. I’m sure most students have felt this same way as they approach what seems to be the longest staircase in the world. Everybody who has walked up these stairs knows that the climb to the top is no easy task. BYU should invest in a shuttle that will transport students to the top of campus so they can
overturned chair, and another door. Opening the door they rush into a waiting room, avoiding more overturned chairs and they begin to climb a stairway. They go all the to the top of the building. Gary’s stomach was aching from all the running. The looters try to find a ladder down to ground level but to no avail. Suddenly, five men and a dog burst out of the stairway weapons in hand. “Hands up!” yelled one of the patrol men,” You have nowhere to run!” Gary and Ronald had no other choice but to follow
Meg and the Secret of the Witch’s Stairway by Holly Beth Walker This is number 2 in the series of six Meg mysteries. Holly Beth Walker was a pseudonym. No one knows who really wrote Meg and the Secret of the Witch’s Stairway. The book was published in 1967. Margaret Ashley Duncan, Meg for short, is a girl about 12 years old who loves solving mysteries. She has brown eyes and long dark-brown hair braids, but wishes she had short hair. Meg lives in the country, near the village of Hidden Springs,
impression that though she may not be "educated", but is street smart and wise because of all the difficult experiences that she has overcome in her life. The rhythm of the poem has no rhyme but it has a beat that flows in a weary but it builds like a stairway, one step at a time.
"Home Burial," a dramatic narrative largely in the form of dialogue, has 116 lines in informal blank verse. The setting is a windowed stairway in a rural home in which an unnamed farmer and his wife, Amy, live. The immediate intent of the title is made clear when the reader learns that the husband has recently buried their first-born child, a boy, in his family graveyard behind the house. The title can also be taken to suggest that the parents so fundamentally disagree about how to mourn that their
decade. We have done some research about ways to preserve this artwork, but the methods are quite expensive. It’s hard for me to guess if the artwork or even the house will survive for future generations to enjoy. I noticed on my way back to the stairway that one of his Japanese murals in the hallway was dated “Oct 25 ‘08.” After staying that late in the fall myself a few times, I chuckle knowing that the weather can be very forbidding anytime after Labor Day. I have imagined Alson and perhaps some
A poem titled, “Mother to Son” by Langston Hughes, shows perseverance, not by direct context, but rather by the way Hughes was able to tell the audience that mother’s life was difficult by comparing it to a stairway. One of the best quotes out of the story is, “Don’t you fall now- Fir I’se still goin’, honey, I’se still climbin’, And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.” The quote centers around the idea, that the mother’s life has not been easy, but that
In this short story, Ruby Hill is a woman who can’t seem to grasp the thought that she is pregnant. She is afraid of motherhood and death; she takes them both as to related to each other. When Laverne announces to her that she is pregnant, she is very angry, as well as dismayed. Ruby leaves Laverne to go and think on the stairs as t runs through her head that her life is over because of the life that is now inside her. Ruby doesn’t want to accept the fact that she is pregnant and she is dreading
I looked up and saw my father. "hello father, what's wrong" I asked. "Were moving so you, need to go pack." Said father. "Where are going?" I asked. "To the U.S." Said father. we finished packing all our belongings. Then, We put all of our bags into a bundle and now were now ready to go. We started to walk to the seaport to get on the steamship. When we all got there we saw the ship and we were all in awe of how massive it was. As we waited to get on the ship we all had to write our names on the
One day some kids were walking around and decided to go to a haunted house. As the kids enter the house the door slam shut they all jump them make there way around the place. The curtains are all tore up and dust is everywhere. One friend start telling the story about the women that lived there. They say she lived there alone with her husband. One day her husband had to go away for a while, he left but before he did he got her a dog to remember him. A year goes by she takes care of the dog and it
The Changes in the Narrator's View of Sonny Can one know another's thoughts? Through dialogue, actions, and events, the thoughts and views of a man of whom we know not even a name are shown. The man is the narrator of "Sonny's Blues" and his thoughts we are shown are those directed towards his brother. Over the course of the story, there are three major stages or phases that the narrator goes through, in which his thoughts about his brother change. We see that those stages of thought vary greatly
The worn, ageing floorboards creaked and moaned under my weight. My head whipped around twice, a slow panic rising like a lump in my chest before I realised I was the only person in the abandoned hallway. I should just go back to my room, pack my things and leave. But I couldn't bring myself to do it, not after those two deaths. There were children here, two little girls. If there was something in this failing hotel then I needed to do something about it. I was going to see the owners mother, even
The Sanctuary of the Family Cabin The TV in my room blares the sounds of some show in which I am not even interested. There is too much on my mind for me to worry about the show on television. "I need money. I need a job. My car needs gas. What am I going to do when school starts this fall? My life is going downhill. I need to get away." Just before my mind explodes, my father comes in and says, "Let's go to the cabin." That is exactly what I have needed. My family's cabin has been
When I was a kid, my parents would sometimes bring me down to my aunt and uncles house in Arizona for the weekend. I would mostly spend time playing with my cousins, Ray and Blake, who were around the same age as me. They lived in a small farm house with a large amount of open space. We would run around and basically do whatever we wanted. If we thought we could get away with it, the three of us would sometimes cross over to the neighboring house which was about a half mile away. It had been abandoned
“Michelle, come downstairs for a moment,” I heard my mom call up to me. Her voice was shaky, from fear or sadness, I didn’t know. “Coming!” I answered. I flipped over my book, and leaped off of the bed. Grabbing hold of the banister, I swung myself around the landing and down the steps. “What is it?” I asked, approaching my mom, who was sitting on the couch. She placed her hand on the seat next to her, “Come here,” she said. I continued to walk forward, and then sat down on the cushion next to
About, “10% of students have bad grades,” and Greg Ridley is one of them, but little does Greg know that he will meet a special man that will change his perspective on life. Greg Ridley, the main character in the story, wants to enjoy the simple things in life but his failing grades relent him from doing so, but Greg ends up meeting Lemon Brown, a homeless man, that will change the way Greg thinks about his lifestyle. In the short story, “The Treasure of Lemon Brown,” by Walter Dean Smith presents
Hmm…how to start, well I’m Lucy and my mom planned this vacation without telling anyone! I mean I have a life you know? She doesn’t think about anyone, she says it will be fun, but it really won’t be. She says she knows what’s in my best interest but she doesn’t, she should’ve asked me if I wanted to go, because I don’t. Although I wouldn’t have minded going somewhere for summer, but I had already planned thing like going to friends’ houses, shopping, and sitting around doing nothing. Even my dad
Short Story The sudden, severe storm caught me totally unaware. I was walking down Peppers Road when the dark clouds started to build. I looked around as I huddled under a large, dead oak tree which offered me little or no protection from the razor-sharp rain. Almost all of the houses on this abandoned street were too badly damaged for me to take shelter in, except for one. The house loomed impressive and morbid in the greenish-black sky. A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the house
She awoke to the sounds of the street; crying infants and distant gunshots assaulted her senses as she blinked sleep out of her eyes. Harsh unnatural light shone through the bedroom door, disturbing the sleep of her little brother on the opposite bed. “Why are all the lights on?” She asked herself as she yanked the covers off. Her body shivered from the cold as her feet slapped against the stone floor. She stumbled over to the long cupboard mirror, scrunching her nose in distaste as she grabbed an
Have you ever been to a cave? Seriously, I have yet to pay a visit in any caves in Malaysia. I am actually so ashamed to admit myself as a Malaysian; I have never visited to any caves with such a natural beauty. Until the day my college provided us to chance to Gua Tempurung. I felt excited at the moment. In the mean time, I was curious and afraid when someone told me that we had to be in the cave for five hours and also need to slide down in some part of the cave, although it was assured to be