HARRY "Harry, we have to go now!" "I can't Lou, I have to find Gemma and my mum." "I'm sorry Haz, but we got to leave. I'm sure Paul has them. But we don't have much time. We need to get to safety." I nodded as Louis grabbed my arm and we ran. I had no idea what was happening. One moment we were on stage, performing our last song for the night when people suddenly began screaming. Everything just turned into an instant chao; they had horrified looks on their face as they started to run and climb up the stage. The girls were not screaming anymore because they finally saw us perform live, but because they were scared. I could see them, especially the little ones, crying as their daddies carried them on their shoulders as they tried to find a place to get their daughters to safety. I was dumbfounded for a while, looking at the sudden commotion in front of me. I snapped back into reality when I felt Louis grab my arm and that's when we began to run. My thoughts were muddled. I couldn't think straight. The first thing that instantly came into my mind was my family. I knew that there was a special reserved part for our families in the audience area but I forgot where it was. That meant that they were still out there. I closed my eyes and prayed for their safety. My thoughts were mainly for them. They might get hurt because of the stampede for Christ's sake! "Go, go, go!" I heard Josh's voice behind me as he pushed me forward. I looked at him and I could see beads of sweat and the look of panic on his face. He looked back and gave me a weak smile as he put his hands on my shoulder, urging me to move faster along the overcrowding in the backstage. Louis let go of his tight grip of my arm and then ... ... middle of paper ... ...some. Some were just infected with the virus from the Schmidt lab. Well, I called it Shit Lab. When I got tired of watching them, I went back to my room and looked for books to read. I ended up taking Fifty Shades of Grey. Gemma was sort of a fan of this series and I didn't understand why. I secretly took the book and put it on my shelf without her knowing it. Well, at least she's not here to bug me for reading this book. Before I could finish the first chapter, I flinched when I suddenly heard a loud bang in the kitchen downstairs. It was not an ordinary sound so I went to check it out. I grabbed a crowbar I always put beside my bed and slowly made my way to the kitchen. The banging didn't stop. It was our back door. Someone or something was banging it furiously. With the crowbar firmly held on my hands, I held the doorknob and swung the door open.
- Characters: The main character is developed by what type of book the author is writing. My main character Sugar Mae Cole was developed because of the way she acts toward different characters in the book. And by her personality and sugars personality is sweet kinda like her name and she is polite. She is always trying to brighten the other characters up especially her mom Reba. She has a different personality that any of the other characters and connects with them in a different way that is what makes her the main character. she is cautious and also believes in people and things like her mom. Her mom Reba is about to give up but Sugar still believes in her and she believes she and her Mom will get a home and things will change. The Point of view also goes along with developing a main character, The author wrote the book as if Sugar wrote the book.
On Monday March 25, some members of the baseball team, my girlfriend, and I traveled to Murray State University to watch a concert performed by Nelly and the St. Lunatics. It was a terrible night to go anywhere because it was raining and storming the whole way, but there was nothing that was going to stop us from going to the concert. We where all so hyped up about it and couldn’t wait to head out. My brother, who attends Murray State, had gotten us excellent seats about seventy-five feet away from the stage.
Being a generally required read, most everyone has heard of The Odyssey by Homer, meanwhile, very few have recognized the connection between it and its partner movie, O Brother, Where Art Thou? by the Coen brothers. Being purposely made to portray the large epic, O Brother, Where Art Thou is full of juicy details that one would not truly understand unless they had read the epic. Throughout the movie one can find the original basics that Homer incorporated into The Odyssey with ease. The similarities between the two are quite transparent as well. The movie successfully demonstrates the hospitality found in Greece and portrayed by Homer, the mutual devotion between the company of men being led and Ulysses and Odysseus, and the primary journey found in The Odyssey.
A cold gloomy winter morning, fallen snow covering the ground, leaving the path ahead a dull and melancholic white. In the middle of your path a noose suspended only by a bunch of brightly colored balloons ready to take you away. The photograph “Take me away” by Christopher McKenney has a heavy emotional message and depicts suicide as the only happiness in a cold and dark place. Being involved in artistic hobbies are important to express thoughts, feelings, and emotions.This art style is categorized as surrealism. Surrealistic artists tried to channel the “unconscious as a means to unlock the power of the imagination.” (surrealism movement, artists and major works) Meaning that they try to look deeply within themselves to find the emotions
"Why didn't you tell me where you were going, Tegan? I couldn't find you in the house and I was worried."
Once inside, I started to began feeling weird and a little uncomfortable. I was surrounded by young, scary humans, with sharp, hard, shinny objects, in their faces and pieces of art on their arms or backs. I could now hear the music coming from inside the main room of the building. The room was every large with different sections that held a countless amount of people. We went to the lowest section of the main room and stayed near the back, where fewer people were. My feelings soon changed from weird and uncomfortable, to slightly scared and fearful for me life, as I began to view the first group perform.
Seeing my parents in the crowd has always been very soothing, especially in stressful situations such as this. My parents and I have always been outwardly enthusiastic with each other, no matter where we are. Whether at a football game while I cheer on the sidelines or at a banquet where I receive an award, every time they catch my eye, they throw their hands up in the air and begin to wave frantically until I wave back. There were only two girls left in front of me. One stuttered as she tried to finish her speech, and the other swayed back and forth unable to keep still. It was at that time that I looked into the crowd and just as I had anticipated, I spotted my parents. As expected, they waved their arms wildly to catch my attention. I smiled and waved back, though my wave was much smaller than theirs as I was doing my best not to draw attention to myself. For a moment, I was at ease because of their presence. But just as the girl in front of me stepped forward to take her place behind the microphone, my heart undeniably started to race once
ached for the missing loved ones I knew would not be in the stands, while my mind was
My daughters explained to their mother about the Aztec party they were excited to go. I was really nervous I didn’t want to tell them about what I had overheard. But I decided to go take a nap while the girls get ready for the party. They woke me up it was 7:00 pm it was pretty late. I had seen my wife carla she was the most elegant thing I had ever seen. Her hair was up to her waist with the color of brown, with her green beautiful eyes. My daughter Sofia had her mercury red hair with green eyes she was beautiful. My other daughter Amanda was gorgeous, she had her midnight black hair it flowed over her shoulders. When we left our home, we got in our car, I was really nervous I felt something very deep inside of me that something bad was going to happen. We got there around 7:30 pm it was dark. Anyway I had forgotten about the situation, I had seen earlier in the morning.I had to warn the king but the king wasn’t at the party. I came outside of the party to take some cool fresh in my lungs, my hair was long and wavy it would swing across my shoulders like if they were vines from a
Meanwhile, my voice inevitably shook in rhythm with the music. I was filled from head to toe with terror, but pushed through it. Why did I agree to do the Christmas show in the first place? I knew I didn’t like talking in front of large groups, so what made me think singing and playing guitar would be fine? Nothing. I was pressured into doing it. “It will be fun!” my neighbor, teacher, and friend Tim said, “Your family will love it!” He was right about the second part, but at least for me, it was far from
Once I let my thoughts return to the music, I knew what lie ahead of me. I tapped the nearest "big guy" on the shoulder and pointed towards the ceiling; the universal signal on the concert floor. He nodded, grabbed my foot, and pushed me on top of the crowd. Once I was up there was no turning back. Soon strong hands were surfing me towards the stage. I had the best view in the house and reveled in the moment. I was fueled by an adrenaline rush that was only heightened by the fusion of the music and the energy of the crowd.
Clear memories of his mother brothers and sister goes through his head thousands of times for 25 years and then through searches for months he finally finds his real mother and family back in India, from where he was adopted from his Australian parents when he was five. This book “A long Way Home” is a memoir of Saroo Brierley, a man with a powerful story living the extremes. Saroo was 5 years old when he got separated from his older brother, one night while at a train station in rural India. Saroo's elder brother Guddu had left him sleeping on a seat at a Burhanpur train station, but didn’t return for a long time, Saroo (than known as Sheru) when woke up boarded a train in search of his brother, thinking that his brother might be scavenging
The future holds a different meaning for everyone, for some it holds hope while for others it holds despair. This constant wondering about the future has influenced many works to be written about the future. Some of these works propose a blissful future, but the majority paint the picture of an unfortunate dystopian world. Recently I read Daughters of the North, a novel in which the dystopian future of England is shown. Shortly after reading Daughters of the North, I watched The Road. This film showed a similar view of the future, yet more grim and unappealing that Daughters of the North. In this essay I will be comparing and contrasting these two works to show two different points of view of what a dystopian world is. After watching The Road I realised there was a large amount of books and movies that believe the future will be grim. I believe this is because as humans we fear what may be in our future due to the conflicts that we face today and wish to warm the world.
As we all waited in line to go into the concert there was a thrill of excitement in the air. I was standing there with two of my friends. when we saw a few other people we knew. " Hey, come over here!" I bellowed.
A large audience gathered in the bathroom. Cortes reached his arm out for mine and pulled my body upright. The didgeridoo broke the silence. I wiped my face on my torn shirt and reached for my two buttons lying dismantled on the floor. I headed for the fresh air, the crowd opened, making a path for me to pass.