I ran down the dark alley-way, panting. I could hear the fat man running after me. There was no unadopted stray animal or animal allowed on the streets of Mexico City, Mexico. I ran behind a giant, tall and dark stone wall, and waited for the man to pass. Soon, I decided that I had no time for waiting. I’d have to blend in with the crowd. I walked from behind the wall casually. A crowd had formed, and it was the time to disappear making it easier for me to disappear within a sheet of tall humans. I can still hear that man, though. I had to go inside a home. I found myself face to face with an orphanage. A gorgeous lady stepped out. She looked like the owner of a home or building. She was wearing a tight maroon red dress with long neon sleeves along with aqua blue slippers. She smiled at me tightly . She walked inside the big, lonely,colorful orphanage and I followed her back. I saw so many kinds of children inside eating hungrily as fast as they could and laughing merrily with their friends except for one smart,round,big,innocent,naughty egg. I walked up to him, smiling awkwardly. “hi” I murmured. The egg said hi back to me. His name was Humpty Alexandre Dumpty the Great .
Humpty was a bright egg. He had always dreamed of travelling in a time machine but he was too young to be allowed to go in a time machine . So he decided to build one of his own. He had troubles building the extraordinary time machine as he really needed a buddy, so he asked me if I would like to join his time machine. I didn’t hesitate to help. So we gathered as many materials as we could to build the time machine. Four hard years later, we finished making the time machine. We called it the “H & P Traveller”! We were so excited to experiment the time mach...
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...ot tired easily even though we didn’t even run that much, that we gave the goose it’s the alien egg back after all running then we decided to surrendered also we didn’t want to get eaten or died by the goose because of an egg. Afterwards Humpty died while I was going to the orphanage to ask some water from the running, and Humpty died because the alien goose thought humpty was its’ egg that the goose went back to the future and mistakenly she slipped Humpty from its leg from the sky that made humpty broken into tiny little pieces and the alien goose left Humpty down there .And as for me, I am married to a beautiful, talented cat woman and all of us living happily ever after except for Humpty and i missed him even though he just died a week ago, I am crying.Well that’s it for today and that’s the end of the story and see you next time with another story...bye..bye.
He tried and tried and was just so happy that he could do it and it was time for Doodle to learn how to walk,run swim and do things like a normal kid,but when ever he was younger, he had a problem with his heart and which caused him not to do normal things because he wasn’t normal.It was all his brothers fault that he had died because it all started in the morning whenever they were eating at the table with his mom,dad and brother and auntie. Whenever they had seen a big bird outside on their tree.Doodle had told his parent’s that it was outside and the bird had fallen over and died so his father had told him to go get the bird book and once he got it he looked the bird and found out it was scarlet ibis and it came from the south.Doodle had buried the bird and hadn’t ate anything.Doodle was amazed at how big the bird was because of the size of it so he had dug a hole for it and threw it in their and buried
In this level, we are switching from individual behavior to group behavior. A group is define as two or more individual, interacting and interdependent who are initially coming together to achieve particular objectives (Stephen P.Robbins, Timothy A.Judge, 2014). There are two types of group which are formal group and informal group (Stephen P.Robbins, Timothy A.Judge, 2014). Group can bring a lot of advantages to all the group members. For instance, work as a group is able to generate positive synergy through coordinated effort that allows organization to increase performance.
It seems like a fairytale-like utopia until the narrator’s tour of the city takes a dark turn. Underneath the beauty, there is a dirty broom-closet-sized room. A small feeble-minded naked ten year old child sits there in its own excrement. Subject to malnutrition and neglect, the child is only given just enough
The Time Machine by H. G. Wells was an intriguing and exciting book about a Time Traveller and his journey’s through time. In this book, the Traveller explained to a group of men who were discussing the nature of time that time was the fourth dimension; just like the three dimensions of space: length, width and height. The Traveller argued that since time was a dimension, then it stood to reason that people should be able to move along the time continuum, into the past or the future. Most of the men do not seem to believe the Traveller or his theory, but agreed that they would like to travel in time, and talked about what they would do if they could. To illustrate his point, the Time Traveller went and got a model of his time machine from his laboratory to demonstrate and later returned to detail the places, things and people he had seen in his travels with his working Time Machine. Throughout the story, the Time Traveller faced setbacks and challenges, but the book outlined how he persevered and pointed to the future mankind faced.
...om her mother and transported to a pet store where she was locked in a cage until she was purchased by my friend Hailey. I want you to think about her excitement to have a home and Hailey’s excitement to have a new pet to love. Now I want you to think about Hailey receiving the devastating news that her puppy had to be euthanized and Daisy’s fear as she was taken from her owner’s hands and put to death.
Wells, H. G. “The Time Machine.” The Complete Short Stories of H. G. Wells. London: Ernest Benn Limited, 1966. 9-91. Print.
Perrault's "Puss in Boots" is the charming tale of a boy who is delivered into good fortune through the clever cunning of his cat, and this story carries with it a basic plot, structure and theme commonly found in works of this genre.
At last I arrived, unmolested except for the rain, at the hefty decaying doors of the church. I pushed the door and it obediently opened, then I slid inside closing it surreptitiously behind me. No point in alerting others to my presence. As I turned my shoulder, my gaze was held by the magnificence of the architecture. It never fails to move me. My eyes begin by looking at the ceiling, and then they roam from side to side and finally along the walls drinking in the beauty of the stained glass windows which glowed in the candle light, finally coming to rest on the altar. I slipped into the nearest pew with the intention of saying a few prayers when I noticed him. His eyes were fixated upon me. I stared at the floor, but it was too late, because I was already aware that he wasn’t one of the priests, his clothes were all wrong and his face! It seemed lifeless. I felt so heavy. My eyes didn’t want to obey me. Neither did my legs. Too late I realised the danger! Mesmerised, I fell asleep.
Eddy decides to make an easy trip and only go back one day. A fun day so he can live it once more. When he went back, he saw himself having fun, and saw his new bike that was stolen. He had solved who had stolen his bike. Once he came back to the real time, he wondered if he could fix things that went wrong in the past. He wanted to be the hero who saved time. Eddy left his bike in the back porch where it is stolen again, but it comes back the next day by its self with no driver. Next, he decides to help his Uncle, go to Henry Thoreau’s time to find out how he lived, and tell him. After, he decides to go to Rome, but then his sister Eleanor had taken the time bike.
In Ursula Le Guin's short story, "The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas," an idealistic town is delineated where everybody lives in a consistent condition of joy. Le Guin stresses that these people are not simple or ignorant, yet they are never afflicted with the worry and distress common in the real world. However, the utopian nature of the town and its prosperity depend on the miserable condition of one small child. This child lives alone in a little closet, deprived of love and understanding. Physically, the child is undernourished, and is constantly hungry. Every inhabitant of Omelas is required to see the child at one point, usually during their early teenage years, and know of its miserable existence. And, the people know that their utopia
Orphanages are not a recent addition to our society, in fact, the history of orphanages date all the way back to the first century A.D. The earliest of orphanages were founded by the Orthodox Church and were called “orphanotrophia”...
A little boy with a toothless smile came running toward me. I stopped him and gave him my water slide tickets. He gave me a smile that said I had given him the world and ran away squealing after his daddy. I sighed again and thought, "Well, at least he's happy!" My throat tightened as I swallowed another sob. I quickened my pace to the changing room. I wanted to get away from this place as soon as possible. I opened the door and walked in. The smell of sulfur, soap, and shampoo assaulted my nostrils, while the sight of naked wom...
“Come over here, Buddy We are going on an adventure!” Excited she ran after me. It was as if she could actually understand me. I took one final look into my hideout before I shut the door, for wherever I was going or headed, I surely wasn’t going to be returning. Even though I spent most of my time down there being afraid of dying, it was the only safe place I could go and I will miss that place. It had been my home for so long, and probably was where I would have been spending the rest of my short lived life if I hadn’t felt this sense of uneasiness. I sighed deeply, and began shutting the door. “Calm down, Buddy”, I muttered as he was barking at something. He had a tendency to bark at objects and things that actually never existed, so I didn’t think twice about it. However when I turned around, I laid my eyes on something, or rather yet someone.
miniature time machine, the size of a clock, made of ivory and crystal. The Time
story of a time traveler and his experience with time travel. The story was first published in 1895 by H.G. Wells. This is a great story because of the fascinating ideas it presents and the way the author has you asking yourself ‘what if?’.