By the time we reached her apartment, and settled in, it was after nine o’clock and I was struggling to keep my eyes open. She set me up in her guest bedroom, that she usually did her voodoo in, and showed me around, then left me to take a quick shower and go to sleep. I shut the door to the bedroom and lifted my suitcase up onto the bed. I reached for the zipper and pulled it all the way around, allowing the suitcase to open fully, and pushed the top off. I couldn’t believe my eyes! All of my things were gone and in their place was a gigantic, leather bound book. Convinced I was hallucinating, I closed my suitcase and opened it again. The book was still there. I must have picked up the wrong suitcase from the airport. Maybe the owner wrote …show more content…
“Um, I don’t know,” I replied honestly, “I must have picked up the wrong suitcase at the airport.” “Oh no!” She exclaimed as she pushed the door open. “Do we need to go back?” I probably looked terrified because she quickly came up behind me to see what I had found in the suitcase. She was silent as she read through the instructions. “Do you think I should do it?” I asked. “I think it sounds fun,” she replied, “What are you scared of?” “I don’t know anything about Louisiana, where am I supposed to find unusual places?” I asked, the hysteria obvious in my voice. “I can help,” she offered, “I’ve been all over Louisiana, I’m sure we can figure it out …show more content…
I turned to Viviane and whispered, “We should sneak onto a float, I want to know what it’s like up there.” “That sounds fun, but we will have to be sneaky because you have to be apart of the Krewe to ride their float (“Passion”).” she whispered back. We were already fairly close to the beginning of the parade so we grabbed our stuff and pushed through the crowd towards the place where all of the floats were. When we got there I immediately spotted the one I wanted to ride, it was the biggest one there and looked like it was going to be the last. It looked like a pirate ship and had a large platform on top for people to stand. The mast in the middle reached higher than most of the buildings around it and the flag attacked to it was the official Mardi Gras flag. I turned to Viviane and pointed at it. Her eyes widened and she looked back at me with unmasked excitement and nodded. We took of running towards the float and climbed the rope ladder in the back while no one was looking. Our costumes closely matched the other people there so we blended in perfectly. Someone shoved piles of beads in our hands to throw and pointed us towards a spot on the edge to stand. Someone shouted and everybody reached out for something to hold onto and the float began to move
One night, Guy pulled one of the books out from where they were being hidden
“No,” I answered hollowly. “I can’t say you did.” Her eyes looked down to the floor until she built enough courage to continue her story that I knew I couldn’t avoid.
"No, that place is Hazzard, Georgia. I live in a little town in southeastern Kentucky."
Been so enamored with a book you found in Barnes & Nobles that you spent the entire day huddled in a small corner on the floor until you’ve finished it
Even later that night, when house was asleep, I quietly got out and bed and snuck to my closet. I threw some clothes, shoes, socks, and a carton of Lucky Strikes into a burlap sack. I found my jacket on the floor of my room, and grabbed 50 dollars from under my pillow. Tiptoeing through the silent house, I left a brief note of explanation on the kitchen table. Slipping on my shoes and jacket, I quietly shut the front door, and ran down the dark, snowy sidewalk.
“Shrimp boat. How do you know what a shrimp boat is? Have you even ever seen a shrimp boat?” Mary asked suspiciously.
“It was nothing,” I said smugly. “If there is anything else I can do to help?”
After the ceremony, we head out to the venue at the Chamber of Commerce. I headed in the room and saw golds, different shades of green and purple, masks all around, I knew my Mardi Gras theme came to life. I hear the music playing in the background while the DJ announced my name making my grand entrance. Typically at this time, I danced the waltz with my court of honor, this is made up by fifteen boys and fifteen girls of my closest friends and cousins and a young man of my choosing to be my escort. I could feel all eyes and attention were on me. Butterflies take over my stomach as I told myself, " I have been practicing this waltz for weeks I know every step so there is nothing to be nervous about." The music begins and the crowd roars and
Are you an idiot?” I asked looking dumbfounded. “I literally walked on to this death trap with you.”
“Oh and do be careful on of the springs might snap and I wouldn’t want your handsome looks spoiled.” the landlady said before leaving the room with the door shut softly behind her.
I glanced at my two best mates. We all chuckled. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you” I replied.
This poem by Robert Frost was first read to me in the last year of my high school experience. Back then, not only did I have absolutely no interest in any literary work, but moreover, had no intension to lye there and analyze a poem into its symbolic definitions. Only now have I been taught the proper way to read a literary work as a formalistic critic might read. With this new approach to literature I can understand the underlying meaning to Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken". In addition to merely grasping the author's intension, I was able to justly incur that this poem, without directly mentioning anything about life's decisions, is in its entirety about just that.
The Golden Path is not a modern culture. For our American standards this community is third world. The citizens of The Golden Path had the opportunity to have all of the technology of the modern age. However, they turned it down after seeing the corruption of the American people that had such technology. They did decided to keep guns and learned to make ammunition.
She opened her mouth, but then to my surprise closed it quickly again and stomped back up the stairs to her room.
The only way to know for sure if a path is right for you is to take and follow the path all the way to the end. Unfortunately life can only allow so many misdirection plays and crossing of paths. There are many paths to choose from and every decision everyday of one’s life can lead further down a path or force you to back up. Many people believe in one path and stick with it while others try to follow every path they get a hint of. Only one person can make this decision of a single or multiple path life and that person is you. There are many paths, but in specific four distinct groups. Every event in life can be placed on one of these four paths.