I awoke drenched sweat and my heart racing, I looked around the room frightened fearing that there is a monster hiding somewhere in my room. I wiped the sweat from my brow as I slowly and carefully get out of bed, shaking. I began walking down the darkened hallway towards the bathroom, turning on every light that I could find. As I got closer to the bathroom I began to see a creature with long arms and snake like hair. My heart began beating like a drum at a band concert, my eyes widened in fear. I so scared I couldn’t stop walking closer I couldn’t control myself. I finally snapped out of it and darted for the bathroom light. Once it was the thing that I thought was a creature is actually just our family hamper with socks and long shirts.
I turned on the sink, filling my hands up with water and splashing the cold refreshing water in my face. I stared in the mirror repeating to my self “ Calm down Henry calm down.” After I calmed down I dried my brown hair, turned off the lights and began my slow decent down the stairs to breakfast. I lazily got to the table and slumped down in my chair, remembering that it is my least favorite time of the year. It is the dreaded 30 days of night this is why I hate living in Alaska.
“Good morning Henry” my mom said as she entered the kitchen.
“Good morning mom.” I replied lazily
At that moment I saw my dad walk in with the newspaper and I knew exactly what he was going to say.
“Morning son, have you read the news paper there are tons of new job applicants.” Dad cheeringly
Most families would not make a big deal about their father wanting them to take up a job or at least take up the family business, but this family isn’t like other families. Our family business is, well how do I explain it we...
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...o the ground hard leaving a scratch on my elbow. At that moment I saw the small bottle of GET AWAY GAS roll away from me. I scrambled after it but it was to late it fell down a crack in the floor. At last I saw it, this was no small goblin it was big, green, and smelly. I began to back up into a corner as it stepped closer, with its slobbering mouth. I shielded my self from it and closed my eyes just as it opened its mouth and dove at me.
Every thing was black until I opened eyes looking around my room and wiping the sweat and slobber from my scaly forehead. I began stomping my way down the stairs into the kitchen.
“Good morning, my little monster. How did you sleep?” Mom said
“Horrible, I had I nightmare that I was a human being chased by a bigger monster.” I replied
“ Well, at least it was all a dream. We are the only monsters the humans have to worry about.”
The Hunting Ground is a documentary written and directed by Kirby Dick. The film follows the journey of two sexual assault survivors, Andrea Pino and Annie Clark, as they file a Title IX lawsuit against University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill for not properly supporting them. Although released in March of 2015, the documentary features cases and personal narratives from survivors dating back to 2011. Pino and Clark also provide testimonials from other real survivors, both college-aged men and women, in order to depict the prevalence of sexual assault on college campuses. The film also provides insight and statistics from various educated professionals, such as university deans, researchers, and writers. The demographics of the sexual assault
It's three o'clock in the morning. I've been sleeping since eight p.m., and now my alarm clock is telling me that it's time to wake up. Most people are sleeping at this hour of the night, but I'm just now waking up to pack up my gear and head into the forest for the morning. Last night I packed my .30-06, tree stand, a small cooler full of food and a rucksack full of hunting equipment including deer scent, camouflage paint and a flashlight. I've been planning a hunt for two weeks, and the weekend has finally come. I get up from bed, shake off the cold of the morning and get ready to leave by four.
To sacrifice oneself and save others is what we've known as human love, and we have also learned that we should respect those who could perform that in any situation, but in reality, the numbers of those people who don't care about what others do seems much greater than the number of those who do. In Stephen Crane's story, "The Monsters", Henry Johnson who sacrifices himself into the fire in order to save a little boy gets treated like a monster just because his face has "burned away"(84). This is very serious problem because it's not what happens only in the book, but also in our present lives.
Then we moved up in the terribly long line to pay for the conditioning. The tall, male cashier checked us out. Once we had got out the door, I was ecstatic. I thanked my father a million times I think. Every time he said “you're very welcome!”
The Hunters is a 1957 novel written by James Salter, a former Korean War fighter pilot. The novel details the experience of the protagonist, Captain Clevel Connell, as a flight leader in a Korean War fighter squadron struggling to prove himself among his more distinguished peers. Connell’s life, supporting characters, as well as the background of the novel are all influenced heavily by Salter’s own life and experiences as a fighter pilot during the Korean War. In addition, the novel greatly reflected and became its own example of the American exceptionalism so prevalent during its time.
When a young man has to take over his family because his father walk away, all he needs is the support. Encouragement is the key to take over this difficult task. He eventually will learn how to deal with it and use that as an inspiration to keep moving forward. Amanda: I’ve had to put up a solitary battle all these years. But you’re my right hand bower! Don’t fall down, don’t fall! (Williams 939). These are the right words that will motivate anyone. This reminds me of my mom; when she told me that my dad was laid off from his job, six years ago. It was on winter time, when agriculture slows down, my mom at home with no job and my dad too. I was the only one working, with a low income check of six hundred every two weeks. There was stress all over the house. My dad use to get up at five am, and wouldn’t come home until six or seven pm, just looking for a job. There was days that I wouldn’t even see them just because I was working a lot of over time. It was a really difficult time for all of us but I remember the most important of all, we were together. One day my mother woke me up, she was sitting on my bed, she told me that she was so thankful for having a daughter like me, and that she really appreciated my help, that it was not my responsibility but I was taking care of like if it was mine. Due to the age of my dad, it was difficult for him to find a job, which was heart breaking for me. My mom and my dad were the motivation that I needed
I was frightened, but reacted quickly. “ Who are you? What did you do to earth?” Now I was sure that these malicious monsters defeated us and my frustration arose spontaneously. “ First, I want to apologize to you.
Although single parenthood is on the rise in homes today, children still often have a father role in their life. It does not matter who the part is filled by: a father, uncle, older brother, grandfather, etc...; in almost all cases, those relationships between the father (figure) and child have lasting impacts on the youth the rest of their lives. In “I Wanted to Share My Father’s World,” Jimmy Carter tells the audience no matter the situation with a father, hold onto every moment.
“Oh, dear.” Matilda mashed her scaly paws together. “Doomsday and destruction . . . how
In many circumstances, fathers would welcome the opportunity to play larger roles in their children lives. Today’s society norms show households generally have two incomes. Even with women currently accounting for approximately 57 percent of the labor force, many in society view the role of the father as the stereotypical financial provider and occasional weekend babysitter.
One day, there was a man, walking through the woods to get back home. The man had quite a way to go to get back home but, it was getting late, and all he had was a flashlight, a small knife, and a video recorder. The man was hearing weirder and weirder noises as he was walking, he was also starting to see weird shapes in the distance, almost as if it was a tall thin man looking at him with tentacle like things coming out of his back, and spreading in the air.
It is 5:30am on opening morning of deer hunting season and my alarm explodes into a racket that would wake an army. I roll out of bed and rub the sleep from my eyes. I only slept six hours last night because my family and I were preparing for the hunt, getting the guns ready, laying out a clothes-man, everything. As I throw some pants on, the smell of fresh pancakes wakes me up. It is at this time I realize the season is upon us. Since January I have been waiting for this day to come, today begins the annual nine day season that brings our family together each November.
The figure resembled a snake and what made the situation even more odious is the thought of this snake like creature slithered who knows were and was now on my bed and touched me. In disbelief, I blanked several times to make sure what I was seeing was real I knew this had to be a dream but as I tried to move my body was stuck to the bed, I was paralyzed with fear. I then closed my eyes again for a few minutes try to calm my nerves when I open my eyes again it was morning.
Ward, J. L. (2004). Perpetuating the family business: 50 lessons learned from long-lasting, successful families in business. Palgrave Macmillan.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.