I chose to write about my dream house because I have always thought about what it would look like. I have always wanted to live in a mansion in Florida and hope that it happens. My dream house would be a beautiful white mansion on a sunny beach in Florida. The front of my house would have many big glass windows. I would have a large three car garage. Tall green palm trees would line my driveway. The front doors would be double and a stone staircase leading to the entrance. The back of my house would also have many windows, for the views of the clear blue ocean, the white sandy beach, and the bright sunsets. I would have a large patio with comfy furniture and reclining chairs for relaxing in the sun. There would be a square table with cushioned chairs and a square umbrella for eating outside. Also, I would have a small set of stairs that lead right onto the soft sand of the beach. On the patio would be a set of sliding glass doors that lead to the inside of my dream house. When you walk inside of the mansion you will immediately see the bright lighting from a gigantic glass chandel...
Imagine your first home. The place where you lived right after you were born. Where you took
Silas House is an American writer born in 1971 in Lily, Kentucky. He spent most his childhood outside playing and enjoying nature as most kids in Appalachia do. He went to Sue Bennett College, Eastern Kentucky University, and got his masters at Spalding University. He grew up and is known for his novels but also is a music journalist, environmental activist, and a columnist. The times as a kid help develop the writer his is today most his works revolve or have nature in them because it was such a big part of his life and still is. In his novel A Parchment of Leaves he takes about nature “Confluence of the Redbud Creek and the Black Banks River.” He’s a true American writer because he writes about America it’s self.
And with good reason! The sheer luxury of the property is overwhelming. The mansion has 34 beautifully decorated rooms that boast 15th through 19th century art and furnishings. While blending together harmoniously, there is nothing subtle about the elaborately carved furniture, voluminous drapes, ornate carvings, and the richly colored tiles. The intent is to convey the excesses of wealth, which it does, albeit with grace and elegance.
matter how hard people wish on a star or on a candle, the wishes never seemed to be
“Someday, I will have a best friend all my own. One I can tell my secrets to. One who will understand my jokes without me having to explain them” (9). These are the longing words spoken by Esperanza. In the novel The House on Mango Street, Esperanza is young girl experiencing adolescence not only longing for a place to fit in but also wanting to be beautiful. This becomes complicated as Esperanza becomes more sexually aware. Throughout the novel, Cisneros argues the importance of beauty and how Esperanza deals with beauty as a part of her identity. When Esperanza meets Sally a new friend, Esperanza’s whole world is turned upside down. Esperanza’s views on beauty change from a positive outlook to a negative one by watching how beauty has damaged Sally’s life.
chambers in the mansion (p. 11)," the atmosphere of the room lingers an ominous and creepy
All the shiny items to the back of the room caught my eye instantly because they appeared to look rich and prestigious. On the right of the big main entrance door in front, there was a silver tree, and on the opposite side of the room on the left side of the door, there was a gold tree. Money hangs on the tree, and I thought that was an interesting feature to have. As I looked around the room, I noticed the red carpet below me, and everyone was sitting on small rectangular pillows. The main speaker told me that pillows were located in the big container next to me, so I grabbed one and sat down. The...
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
Upon renovating the quaint little house on the hill with my mom, my own feelings toward the house changed dramatically. Before the project took off, I hesitated to step foot inside the building. The odor and dim lighting made it difficult to envision a successful result, but once we finished I was tempted to move in myself. This is the goal. Taking on this second project, I’d do my best to make the house one I’d love to live in while not allowing myself to implement my personal style preferences. The result is a home both move-in ready and open for visitors.
Throughout House Made of Dawn Momaday forces the reader to see a clear distinction between how white people and Native Americans use language. Momaday calls it the written word, the white people’s word, and the spoken word, the Native American word. The white people’s spoken word is so rigidly focused on the fundamental meaning of each word that is lacks the imagery of the Native American word. It is like listening to a contract being read aloud.
Walter, Beneatha, Ruth, and Mama all struggle to attain their version of the American Dream. Like Mama, their dreams, at one point in the play, are deferred, and through many trials and tribulations; the Younger's ultimately realize that buying and keeping the house is the most important dream. The house, a symbol for unity,helped the Youngers ignore their own personal dreams, and focus on one important dream; they notice that sometimes allowing your dreams to defer, isn't entirely bad, and could direct you to bigger and better dreams you weren't even aware you had.
a dull grey colour as if it had lost the will to live and stopped
For many years I would pass by the house and long to stop and look at it. One day I realized that the house was just that, a house. While it served as a physical reminder of my childhood, the actual memories and experiences I had growing up there were what mattered, and they would stay with me forever.
My biggest dream of all is to be remembered. I want to touch people in such a way that they will never forget who I am. I want them to tell their grandchildren stories about me and for them to tell their grandchildren and so on. That way, I’ll still be alive years after I actually die. However, this will be very difficult.
My house that I designed is all I imagined and more. It is a four story