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 Even the damp towel from the morning shower had been replaced by a fresh one.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.”
As Jack and his family start trudging through the long winter in the hotel it becomes apparent that Jack starts to develop “cabin fever.” His writer’s block causes anxiety and anger towards his wife and son. Jack also starts to develop an obsessive compulsive behavior pers...
...im. As they stood in each others arms, they experienced a sense of ease that neither of them had ever felt before. They had led hard lives and this was the end. Theirs dreams were crushed, yet these moments were very important in the course of their lives. This was also the point in which they decided that if they couldn't live with each other, they wouldn't live at all. They decided to commit suicide mutually, and failed. It may have been better off if they had succeeded, because they led miserable lives after the accident.
First, Cancun has gorgeous hotels. The architecture of one representative hotel is fabulous. Walking into the entrance of the hotel is like walking through a breezeway because there are no doors. Upon entering, the visitor is mesmerized by the colossal tropical floral arrangement that’s so stunning and full of vibrant color that her mouth drops in awe. Soon, she realizes, after the initial shock, that she is walking on marble floors that look like mirrors reflecting rays of dancing light. Indoor waterfalls accompanied with lavish foliage engulf her; every sense is stimulated. Happily greeted and escorted to her hotel room, she is delighted to see that the hotel’s beauty continues throughout every part of it. Posh describes the room exactly. The bathroom floors, counters, and the shower walls are polished stone, native to Mexico. Surprised, she looks over the balcony to see the S-shaped pool with a floating bar and the bar’s roof covered in bamboo. Walking through the hotel lobby, through the fresh gardens, through the pathway to the pool are picture-perfect peacocks flaunting their beauty, and, indeed, they are very beautiful. Every minute detail of the Grand Hotel is designed to give her an unf...
Arriving in sunny Blackpool at 11 am, we had the full day to ourselves. Firstly we were required to check in to the hotel we would be staying at. At first impressions, it seemed disorganised with parents being sent to wrong rooms and the long wait to be served by the only receptionist. Once we had our key another walk up the three flights of steep stairs. Finally we arrived at our room, again it was disappointing with holes in the curtains and dust lying like a sheet over the small table. However I forgot about it as we were off to the Pleasure Beach. The ten minute walk from the hotel seemed to fly in, although the sight of the elusive Pepsi Max made me reconsider the rush.
As the Peruvian songs continued, Luther snuck out to the Scheel’s house. He gave them his cruise vacation as a Christmas present. Bev had been given six month’s by her doctor. They were overwhelmed with joy when they were given this. As Luther walked back across the street, for the first time, he was filled with the joy of Christmas.
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.
I had never seen such affection and care as I did from my family. After all the goodbyes, we made our way into the airport. I held on tight to my rolling suitcase as I walked to my future and I will never forget the love and support that stood there weeping. After waiting in the airport for over two hours, the plane finally arrived. I was sitting in my airplane seat slowly anticipating to see my mom that I hadn’t seen for six years. I remember the first day that I came to America. Getting out of that airplane exhausted and not being able t o walk because I had been sitting in the plane for 24 hours. I was in the Phoenix airport, looking around nervously in a peculiar place filled with strange people. But, the moment I saw my Mom and my family, I was serene once again.
"Life is like a box of chocolates," says Forrest Gump (as played by Tom Hanks) to anyone who will listen."You never know what you're going to get."
The phone fell from the woman's hand, landing with a loud crash on the tile floor and busting to pieces. No matter how hard she'd try, she couldn't help the sobs that escaped from her mouth. They became louder and louder, until suddenly they came to a stop. All emotion flooded from her body, and she lay there motionless on the tile. Her two young children hovering over her, fear evident in their eyes. She sat up, grabbing her two young children into her arms, hugging them tighter than she ever had.
As this short drama goes on the reader can witness how they change the room and furniture around trying to get it arranged perfectly to keep their guests visiting as long as possible.
When the father wakes and puts his clothes on in the “blueblack cold,” again we see him sacrificing his comfort without appreciation or acknowledgment. The “blueblack” description of cold prompts an image of frostbite, elaborating on the severity of the winter weather. It also adds to the idea of how harsh and lonely love can be when being a responsible parent. Being the only one awake in the frigid early morning, with the absence of warmth and another person’s presence, must be the loneliest time of the fathers day. What wakes the rest of the house and ends this lonesome period is the sound of the cold “splintering” and “breaking.” Like a piece of wood burning in the fire, the cold falls apart and disintegrates, leaving room for warmth to invade their home. The crackling of the fire is what brings movement and life into the morning and is caused by the fathers unacknowledged actions. The narrator takes what his father does for him for granted and never states his appreciation. Waking early in the morning is part of the father’s routine and signifies how hard he is willing to work to make a happy
As we pulled out of my parents driveway, the circumstances seemed very surreal. My entire way of life had been turned upside down with only a few hours consideration. I was very much “at sea” in the ...
I wearily drag myself away from the silken violet comforter and slump out into the living room. The green and red print of our family’s southwestern style couch streaks boldly against the deep blues of the opposing sitting chairs, calling me to it. Of course I oblige the billowy haven, roughly plopping down and curling into the cushions, ignoring the faint smell of smoke that clings to the fabric. My focus fades in and out for a while, allowing my mind to relax and unwind from any treacherous dreams of the pervious night, until I hear the telltale creak of door hinges. My eyes flutter lightly open to see my Father dressed in smart brown slacks and a deep earthy t-shirt, his graying hair and beard neatly comber into order. He places his appointment book and hair products in a bag near the door signaling the rapid approaching time of departure. Soon he is parading out the door with ever-fading whispers of ‘I love you kid,’ and ‘be good.’
Now we had to make the long trip back to Mrs. Tina’s house. It was such a long day, and we were extremely tired so we decided to skip dinner. We took showers, put on our pajamas, brushed are teeth, and went to bed. Over the next few days we went to the beach, had picnics in the park, went bike riding and skating, and took a trip to the mall. We had such a fun week, but now it was time to go home. So, we thanked Mrs. Tina and her family for being so generous and welcoming to us. We told them that they would have to come visit us so we could return their kindness they showed us. So, we gave them hugs and kisses and we headed back to Las Vegas.