The day began like any the other but was going to have a bizarre
twist. My family and I were beginning to set the table for dinner
and all of a sudden the door bell rang. I stop in the middle of
putting the rolls on to the table and answered the door. I couldn't
believe who I saw at the steps, my good buddies, Godfrey
"Harold" Hardy, Wilhelm Weinberg, Thomas Malthus, Jean B.
Larmarck, Stephen "Jay" Gould, Charles Lyell, and good old
James Hutton. I invited them in from the cold and we began to
catch up on old times. I told them that we had a lot of food and
there was more than enough for everyone. They all joined my
family and I and they all sat down in the order they entered. My
dad, mom, little brother and I sat at the opposite ends of the
table since we weren't the guest of this gathering. Since I'm
telling the story, I guess I should give some info about the 6
guests. My first buddy, Godfrey "Harold" Hardy is a prominent
English professor, known for his achievements in number theory
and mathematical analysis. Non-mathematicians usually know
him for his essay, "A Mathematician's Apology" and the Hardy-
Weinberg principle, which helped him earn several honors in his
lifetime. Hardy's partner in crime, Wilmelm Weinberg, is a
German physician who helped Hardy formulate the Hardy-
Weinberg’s principle. Next, Thomas Malthus, a British Economist,
is the creator of the theory on the Principle of Population and
wrote an essay based on this theory. Next, Jean B. Larmarck, the
French botanist and invertebrate zoologist who formulated one of
the earliest theories of evolution. Stephen "Jay" Gould, an
American paleontologist, evolutionary biologist, and historian
of science. He is also one of the most influential and widely read
writers of popular science of our generation. Last but not least,
my favorite buddy (don't tell the others), James Hutton is a great
Scottish geologist, noted for formulating uniformitarianism and
the Plutonist School. He is also considered by many (including
me), the father of modern geology . The dinner started off with a
bang and everybody was enjoying the delicious meal. The only
thing you could hear was "Pass the rolls", "Pass the chicken",
and "Pass the peas". But the room became silent and the dinner
went downhill from there. When Larmarck began a discussion
about Darwin and how he agreed with his theories of evolution
THE PAST :.. In days gone by, the four species managed to live in perfect harmony. Witches, werewolves and vampires lived in secret, blending in with the humans on a daily basis - and the humans remained completely in the dark about their existence. It was after thousands of years of living this way, whilst everything was completely normal, that a small group of vampires decided that they’d had enough. They spent months devising plans.
The previous week they had performed the spell successfully. After contacting Mordred, Merlin and Morgana had arranged to meet him and Aglain, the leader of the druid camp, in the woods near a small waterfall, halfway between Camelot and the grave of Gorlois. Morgana always went on her annual pilgrimage to her father's tomb at this time of the year, at the end of spring.
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The dew covered forest floor oozes itself between my toes as I try to absorb every ravishing detail of the forest. The rising sun sets its glowing array of color on the rims of the moss-cloaked figures in front of me and the birds warble high above in the crowed of trees to generate a beautiful melody for the atmosphere. Drawing in a deep breath, I analyze each scent, aroma and fragrance of the woods I’ve encircled myself in, each odor bringing me into a more engrossed tranquility. It’s times like these that I long for my unborn inner wolf so I can connect with nature on a closer level.
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“Are you sure I can’t just transfer schools?”. A question I had asked a billion times over. “100%. I promise you, you will be okay”. My mom rubbed my back as my head dropped onto the cold kitchen counter. I didn’t want to hear that I would be okay. I wanted them to let me have my way. “You’re in your last year what difference would it make”. My brother joined the conversation as if someone had asked. I rolled my eyes, letting him know his opinion was being recognized and very neatly filed in the trash bin in my brain. I made my way to my bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, burying my face into the pillow. My parents were right, I could handle it. I just didn’t want to.
“I can’t wait. This will be awesome!” I remarked. “I can’t wait to get there too!” my grandpa replied.
Every minute, the banging got louder and louder. It was getting to that point that I couldn’t stand it. I finally opened the door. I was nervous. The room went spinning as I hobbled to find somewhere to sit.
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I slowly turned the nob and opened the door. I had been out for nearly six hours and missed dinner. Am I ready for this? No! I had only taken two steps into the kitchen then BAM,
Habits of the Creative Minds is a simple textbook with a particular twist. I began reading the book thinking it was going to be a basic textbook, but the author,Richard E. Miller and Ann Jurecic, changed the tone of the book and put it into a metaphor. This metaphor was about the reader in your writing, or for anyone reading should feel like Alice in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. The reader should be reading, and figuratively fall into the reading, by this the authors means the reader should not want to put that book down. They should be engulfed in the book and read from cover to cover. The attention must be maintained and the best way to do this is by making the writing unique. The authors of this book puts