I wake up from a long night's sleep, it's dark, it may still be night. My sheets are in a slightly ruffled, but still neat mess. I look at the clock to the left of my bed, it's 5:30 in the morning. I stretch my arms out while still laying back, and as I do... my right arm brushes against something. I just felt my cat, so I pet it and roll back over to my left side to get comfortable before going back to sleep since it was the weekend, and I had a few hours before anything needed to be done. Right as I get comfortable again something shifts in my bed on the right hand side, I could hear a slight yawn from behind me as well. It was a woman's voice that I heard next. She mumbles something softly and sensing the warmth, moves over towards my back and settles back into …show more content…
I was instantly overcome with an insurmountable feeling of safety. I see your face nuzzling my side, i don't question it. I put my arm gently around you, trying not to wake you up. Unbeknownst to me, you were already awake and you look up and smile at me. I wrap my arm around you and you pull yourself closer to me. We laid like that for hours, not talking, just the soft patter of rain on the widow. After we decide enough is enough we get out of bed and go downstairs to watch some TV, I think Supernatural was on, but I can't really remember. All I know is that you loved it. A couple hours pass and you tell me that you're hungry. So I get off my lazy ass and make you some of the best stir fry you have had in your life. After we pigged out I figured that we shouldn't just sit on those calories, and I make you get up for a walk. We both put on light jackets as it's still drizzling and we don't want to get sick. I unlock the door and we step outside, as soon as I shut the door behind us I grab your hand and we
...rned my head toward his,tucked my long brown hair behind my ear, took my face with both of his hands and told me that everything would be okay. Ben pulled my face to his a gently kissed my forehead and then pulled my head to his chest, which was warm, and strong.
The death toll in Pontiac’s War was 2,650 people, both British and Native American. Pontiac’s Rebellion was a rebellion that happened in 1763 when the tribes Ottawa, Ojibwa, Shawnee, Miami, Huron, Seneca, and Potawatomi joined together under the leadership of Pontiac, the chief of the Ottawa tribe, and sprung attacks on the British around their area. They captured three major British forts including Fort Pitt and Fort Detroit. Pontiac’s War influenced the American Revolution. Below are the main ideas: Causes, What Happened, Short and Long Term Effects, If It Didn’t Happen, and the Leaders of Pontiac’s War.
From birth, our everyday experiences and interactions with the people around us help to grow and shape the brain. The child-caregiver relationship is a key element in healthy cognitive development, and has a lasting impact on the child’s life. Through this positive relationship the child learns and cultivates their understanding of people and the world around them. These experiences will help determine the level of motor skills, visual skills, and learning abilities that a child will possess in their future. A responsive caregiver provides the serve-and-return interactions a child needs to develop healthy brain circuitry. A healthy example of serve-and-return is when an infant babbles and gestures to an object, the caregiver responds accordingly by smiling and naming the object. This interaction lays the foundation for creating a link between the object and the word. As children age they learn about cause and effect, spatial relationships, problem solving, number sense, and classification. They learn these skills through the use of symbolic play and imitation.
I had got some sleep when Boom!!!. “What's wrong” I cry out hoping for an answer. It never comes. I run out to the hall with my belongings. “Hey lady” I hear from behind me.
Have you ever been in a situation where you intended to help out your friend when all of a sudden, their relationship problems became yours too? You might be a little too sympathetic. Hi, I’m William Bouchard, and I would like to thank you, the school counsellors, for attending this meeting on the stress level and workload of students. I wish to persuade you that too much sympathy is a bad thing. Specifically, I want to speak about the problems that come to an over-sympathetic individual who tend to take on other people’s problems. I will go over how easily people communicate feelings, how many people get stuck in these kinds of situations and how problematic they can become.
It was 3:00AM, I had just been woken up from another two hour catnap, by the screams and cries of my newborn son. He was hungry yet again, and I was beyond exhausted, physically and mentally.
There I lay in bed, tormented by the same question.The kind of question those who seem to have all the answers, simply cannot answer.The kind of question that runs through your head after a bizarre dream.The kind of question those who are closest to death ask themselves.But I wasn't close to death, nor was I waking up from a wild dream.I was simply a regular seventeen year old boy fearing the life that would come after graduation.Staring at the ceiling, I took a deep breath and exhaled as the question raced across my mind once again,”what’s next”,
I can remember the feeling. I could hear my heart beating strongly through the sounds of different melodies mashing together like a beautiful accident. The sound of saws coming from the engineering room lulled, a constant sound against an intermittent feeling. It felt like an impending doom, and it was coming up fast. This was my first ever audition. One that i would look back on before every audition
It was a beautiful Thanksgiving morning ,I had just woken up to my dad turning on my room lights ,shouting, “CJ,WAKE UP WE’RE GOING TO THE COWBOYS GAME!” I jumped out of my bed yelling,”OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK!” Once I finished getting ready, me and my dad got into his truck and drove to the Toyota Stadium. Me and my dad waited in line for what seemed like an eternity, but finally we got our tickets read and took our seats right next to the cowboys touchdown, so cool!
One calm morning I was sleeping like a baby. All of the sudden some loud, obnoxious noise wants to be rude and wake me up. I look out my window and see this giant metal thing, but I don't care and go back to sleep. As I try to go back to sleep all I hear is my neighbors screaming for their lives. So I stick my head out my window and yell at them to shut up. After I did that I hear someone banging on my door, so I get up and if it's my neighbors I'm ready to start swinging. I open the door and something weird walks in.
It was about one-thirty in the morning in the town of Homestead Michigan. The almost florescent light of the moon bouncing off the fresh puddles that covered the ground. The grass and trees were covered in a thin layer of water causing every little beam of light to reflect back up. Anyone who may have been outside at this time would have without double, smelled the mix of fresh dirt and night crawlers. As the moonlight started to fade away through the cloud cover, three buses made there way through the streets and parked in front of HHS, the local high school.
There was a girl named Kandy, she was 15 years old. Her life was extremely boring, all she ever did was go to school, go on her computer, eat and sleep. She spent all summer on her computer. She was really good with HTML and spent her free time making web sites. Kandy didn't have many friends and rarely talked to guys because she was shy and unconfident about her looks. That's why she went into chat rooms. She made a web site with pictures of herself on it and told people in chat rooms to go there. A lot of people would tell her how pretty she was and some would say she was ugly. That made her feel awful. When anyone would say anything nice to her, she wouldn't believe them and think that they were just making fun of her. She only had one real friend that she could talk to, her name was Ang.
I twisted the knob and swung open the door. But nothing was to be seen. I thought it was nothing and started to call my roommate Thanh. My phone rang and rang but no one was that the other end of the line. I decided to leave a message,” Hey Thanh I am on a date in the living room. Please don’t bother us like all the other dates that you drove away. But if you aren’t home by eight then there will be Chinese food in the fridge for you.” After that I entered the living room and Tiffany and I ate and laughed till I had to walk her out. By this time the hour was of eight and there was no sign of my roommate. That was when I felt like someone was watching me. But like all the other times I couldn’t apprehend the unknown so I thought it was nothing. An hour passed and still no Thanh. That was when I felt chills running up my back. Till finally I heard the door being unlocked and walked downstairs to great Thanh, except that it wasn’t Thanh. It was a tall and slender man with a suit and tie of black and white. I sneaked upstairs with my heart pounding
The traditional short story is a genre of a prose. It is a fiction work that presents a world in the moment of an unexpected change. The traditional short story obeys some rules, such as the unexpected change and major events with detail. The modern short story is a revolution which is based on the traditional short story. In other words, if the traditional short story is in the first floor, the modern short story is in the second floor. Therefore, the modern short story still obeys some rules that the traditional short story obeys, and breaks some rules that the traditional short story obeys. One rule that the modern short story still uses is the unexpected change. The rules broken by the modern short story are that the major events are not detailed, and that the border between the real world and the fiction world. This paper first talks about the unexcepted change and uses the examples of “Eveline” and “The Open Window.” Then, this paper talks about major events with detail, and uses the examples of “Lottery,” “The Open Window” and “Hills Like White Elephants.” Finally, this paper talks about the meta-literary and the border between the real world and the fiction