Jenn let herself into the motel room. The room was small, and dark with dingy wood paneling and matted beige shag carpeting. The circa 1970's furniture did nothing to add to the charm of the place. What did it matter? It was base of operations, nothing more. This wasn't about comfort it was about settling a score. In her time as an agent she'd certainly stayed in worse places. Her first trip into field in Riyadh with Ryder came to mind. One summer they spent two days crammed into an ancient rust
fire alarm headquarters. As soon as the chief in charge realized that the immediate problem was one of rescue he ordered that a fourth alarm (received at 2224) and a fifth alarm (received at 1102) be sent. The apparatus responding was comprised of 25 engine companies, 5 ladder companies, 1 water tower company, 1 rescue company and various other apparatus. 18 hose steams for cooling purposes and three ladders were utilized (located at Piedmont, Broadway, and Shawmut for venting operations). The fire
bed. The rumpled sheets fall to the floor as I walk to my bath room, the sounds of the City echoing up the alleyway. It was a standard morning, the news warning the citizens about the Plague's dangers and the excitement of arriving at TerraTwo. To be honest, I was too, You could see its oceans and clouds in the observation deck, and it was beautiful. I got dressed in my uniform, pulling my hair back in a pony tail. The hall outside my room was empty and bright, the LED light panels bright blue to signify
just relaxing in the living room, watching the news. “Reports have come in of several murders that have taken place across London. All victims of the attacks have been found dead and left skinless. The serial killer has still not been taken into custody or identified so please take caution. We recommend that you stay indoors and be careful to who you open your doors to.” Right as the report ended I could hear the sound. The sound that sent chills through my nerves. The room went cold. My eyes widen
The Cabin The low deep bone chilling howl of the wind was brutally pounding my back, as I walked through the deep blood stained snow that looked as if a bucket of red paint had exploded in a room with white walls. My left thigh had a large long gash running from my hip down to my knee, dark red blood ran the nile river down to my sock. Every step I took I could feel the the puddle of blood had has build up in the toe of my shoe. It seemed as if I had been walking for miles and miles but i was barely
was pretty anxious. I'd never been on a boat like this, and especially not for a whole week. Kristi and I were given the key to our room. OUR room. Thank god our parents had decided to get a third room just for us. Unfortunately, it was in a middle hallway, which meant no windows. But on a boat like this, who needed windows?? We got to the door, Level 3--Room 3053, and our bags were sitting neatly outside the doorway. One swipe of the card key in the door and we threw the bags in. Time to explore
used on buildings to reduce heat gain through windows. Advancements in tinted glass have now allowed us to make the glass appear just as a regular window that you can see through. The tinted glass solution is also used in many vehicles and private rooms for privacy and to keep them cool in the summer to save on energy costs. When choosing a proper type of window frame, fiber glass is the number one choice. Fiberglass is the strongest material to use for the job and it also involves a smaller amount
Make-up was 100 percent forbidden, and because of that, I craved it all the more. Each day, while waiting for the van to take me to school, I would creep into my mother’s room, hoping to catch a glance of the mysterious magic and beauty that transformed her from an ordinary housewife into a Queen. That was what she was, I decided. The Queen of make-up. How I loved to watch her bat on a bit of lipstick, comb on a little mascara, and circle her eyes with eyeliner before heading off with a perfume-scented
“It’s nothing, really honey, it isn’t anything,” my mama, then said doing her best to avoid the question as she continued to lead me back to the top of the stairs. I however stubbornly fought her the whole way. “It’s just some leftover stuff that your grandmother was into that was apparently never cleaned up. I told you about how she was a herbalist and a naturalist, and into all kinds of weird ritualistic medicine.” “Yeah, right,” I huffed as we finally had made our way to the top of the stairs
since my parents hadn’t been helpful in telling me when we would be getting to Spring Lake. Another hour later I felt the lurch of the car and the seatbelt tighten around my waist, I sat up and stretched my arms, I noticed the car was parked and the engine of the car is off. In front of us is a two story cabin, just like Lincoln logs, I unbuckled my seat belt and stepped out of the car... ... middle of paper ... ...t Waka Beach. I opened up the photos app and waited; soon enough there was the body
I flashed them a charming smile and leaned against the bar. “What can I get you ladies? Coffee? Tea? A cab?” It was almost midnight and I was done. Ready to have a few beers of my own, ready to hand over the reins to Fred and make my way to Tuesday. She pushed her boobs against the bar and giggled. “Are you trying to get rid of us, Donovan?” I laughed at the use of my uncle’s name. My fifty-year-old uncle who hadn’t been here all night, but of course I played along. “Now Cindy, why would I want to
The Word Processor The purpose of this assignment is to explore the many ways in which “cyberculture” has changed the way we think of writing and writers. It stems from a unit that is focused on the many ways that writing technology as well as reading technology has been altered with the addition of cyberculture to our previously basic ways of life concerning reading and composition. Using readings from Tribble and Trubek’s Writing Material, several articles were used to investigate this
contention that virtual worlds provide a reality that is removed from the materiality that is commonly associated with the term reality. For my purposes, a virtual world can be described as anything that is computer mediated such as chat rooms, MUD communities, Moo communities, email, and any other interaction that takes place in cyberspace. For my purposes, reality is the material world that surrounds us. According to philosophy, "anything real is merely a creation or construction
flashes of flame through the ship. He was able to aft on the starboard side, although badly injured, he didn't get to the main engine room, No. 2 engine room, where he found No. 2 engine had lost vacuum and that was shut down. He did talk to somebody in No. 1 engine room. They told him that apparently the main steamline going through the port side of the forward engine room had been knocked loose. They had no steam and asked for instructions. All power all lights were lost forward. The fact that the
The Sanctuary of the Family Cabin The TV in my room blares the sounds of some show in which I am not even interested. There is too much on my mind for me to worry about the show on television. "I need money. I need a job. My car needs gas. What am I going to do when school starts this fall? My life is going downhill. I need to get away." Just before my mind explodes, my father comes in and says, "Let's go to the cabin." That is exactly what I have needed. My family's cabin has been
What a Home Really is in The House on Mango Street “Home is where the heart is.” In The House on Mango Street, Sandra Cisneros develops this famous statement to depict what a “home” really represents. What is a home? Is it a house with four walls and a roof, the neighborhood of kids while growing up, or a unique Cleaver household where everything is perfect and no problems arise? According to Cisneros, we all have our own home with which we identify; however, we cannot always go back to
I was about ten years old and in the fifth grade. My mother had just picked me up from school that day and had bought me some delicious popcorn. I could not wait to get home to pop my popcorn, and we lived all the way in Rose Hill, Alabama. I was getting pretty restless by the time we got home. So we got home and I went directly to the big, black microwave. I put it in, and began pressing the buttons. It was popping and popping, and the buttery smell was getting to me. My mother said that she had
Observe a Sixth Grade English Class at Bain Middle School I observe at Roosevelt Middle School, which is in River Forest, in Mrs. Braun’s sixth grade English class on Tuesdays in the morning. As I have observed, I have noticed that the classroom is student-centered. During computer time, Mrs. Braun focused more on helping the students get into the computer program to start the assignment than on having enough time to get the assignment done. Several times, Mrs. Braun gave helpful comments
have enough rooms and beds to accommodate her employees. That being said, her employees, depending on how they many they are, she could be able to book at least 2 people per room seeing as there are at least 200 people attending. Rooms should also have basic needs such as bathrooms/toilets, fridge, coffee, and a television for his guests. Second, the facility should also be able to have meal plans for this group, preferably at least 3 meals a day. Another must haves are meeting rooms, a convention
I wake up in a waiting room. Six blue seats on either side of the room lined perfectly. I’m in the one farthest to the entrance of the room, I am the only one here. I look to my side to see an old stereo on a coffee table with a trashcan underneath. A door leading to a bathroom is next to the table. This whole place seems odd, how did i get here? what am i doing here? The room is lit with fluorescent bulbs, cheap floating ceiling is everywhere along with white walls and a carpeted floor. the sound