room. Apply the ‘less is more’ mantra when decorating the bedroom. Have a single rug on the floor if you have hard floors, and only pick one or two decorative elements for the walls. Include only the absolute necessary furniture – bed, wardrobe, a nightstand and so on. Don’t add anything you can’t think a good use
prominent color in this painting is blue; it is used in the walls, the doors the articles of clothing hanging on the wall hook and some of the items resting on the nightstand. The other prominent color is green, used on parts of floorboards, the window, a part of one of the doorframes, parts of the hanging paintings and the empty vase on the nightstand. Brown is the only ... ... middle of paper ... ...at make the actual image need to be looked at, because a picture truly is worth a thousand words.
With the exception of two Japanese prints he did just put up his own paintings (Brooks, The Paintings). When you look around you notice that there’s hardly any furniture in the room. There’s a nightstand, two chairs, and the bed, but other than that you don’t see much else besides a few things on the nightstand... ... middle of paper ... ...he imagination. … This by way of revenge for the enforced rest I was obliged to take.” (Harrison) Works Cited Brooks, David. Biography. 1996-2014. . —. The
Roslyn's mouth and throat was dry. She slid her arm out from under the blanket in search of the water-bottle she kept on her nightstand. When she felt only air where her nightstand should have been she thought this strange, but didn't fret over it. She shifted, and instead of the edge of her bed, her foot pressed up against something firm and upholstered. This was also strange. She sighed - feeling the dryness in her throat and chest and mouth. She groaned. Where was her water-bottle. She flailed
spacious platforms that have to be knowledgeable to appreciate. The high-back and accommodating kind appeals to little ones and adults alike. This cream leather bed can fit into any corner or on any wall with plenty of room for other objects like nightstands and footstools. The soft leather headboard adds extra glamour and strength to the space. Like a image it compliments any other furnishings that surround it. So take advantage of sleeping inside a cream leather bed and appreciate the slumbering
ELLEN (quietly speaking) Sorry to wake you, but I think you want to hear this... She holds the phone to Morris’s mouth. MORRIS ...I...l-lo-lov u S-S-Sa-n-d-y. Tears roll down his face. INT. HOSPITAL BEDROOM - DAY Morris wakes up and sees a group of NURSES taking down his quotes. They put his alphabet chart, pictures, and 80s cassette player into boxes. The room is empty. His eyes frenetically peruse the room. MORRIS N-n-nu-r-se. Chloe sits on Morris’s bed, smiling. CHLOE We need to pack
groaned due to the loud noise from outside. As i opened the curtains, watching the train go by i though about how a perfect shot it would be. But when i look to find my camera that i always kept by on my nightstand, it wasn't there.. And this was very unusual for me. I always keep my camera on my nightstand, always. Even when i lived at my parents house it was always right there.I looked around to see it had fallen off but it didn't it was no here in sight. I started to get a bit angry, scared at someone
clock blaring wakes me up. It doesn't sound familiar, it's not my alarm clock. This one sounds ugly. Like the sound reaches into the depths of my soul and shakes me to wake me up. I sit up and crawl over to the other side of the bed to reach the nightstand and the wretched alarm clock. It's not mine so I can't rip it from the wall and throw it across the room. How the heck do I turn this thing off?? I push all of the buttons but nothing seems to be working. Finally, after about three minutes of trying
I feel around on the nightstand until I eventually find my phone. I pick it up and am blinded my the light. I accidentally drop it on my face, hitting my nose. I yelp and the dogs sit up in the bed. I pick my phone back up to check the time. 5:45 A.M. The sun should be coming
You were just four years old, so you probably don’t. It was properly furnished once, and full of toys. A white nightstand was placed beside your bed, on which there was a book that I used to read you every night; then, next to the nightstand, there was the rocking horse that your father made you before you were even born. As my eyes were wandering around that now empty room, I felt ashamed: in 1943 there were just a mattress
Among so many short stories Raymond Carver wrote in the last century, Why Don’t You Dance would not be any special. The plot is simple and straight, just as the writer’s other works. A man looked at his frond yard and sipped the whiskey. A couple of girl and boy stopped by this yard sale. The man and the young kids met. Weeks later the girl recounted that day. The story can be clearly defined into four scenes. Without many rhetorical techniques, it is unfolded by characters’ dialogue and actions
with the belief that a person’s soul travels to Heaven or Hell after death, I feel that my uncle’s soul is still nearby. It is clear that my uncle is my guardian angel. Similarly to the scene in City of Angels where Seth leaves the book on the nightstand to send a message, I have felt as though my uncle was present in a time of concern.
Bella woke up to the sunlight streaming right onto her face through the open blinds of her balcony doors. With a groan and few curses to the Sun God she rolled over, reaching towards her nightstand to grab her phone and check the time. “Dammit!” she yelled and quickly scurried out of bed when she saw it was almost ten in the morning. Bella quickly grabbed her toiletries, knowing she was so screwed. She couldn’t believe she had slept in today, when she was supposed to do laundry in the morning.
blare of the alarm clock was enough to wake the dead. Nicholas jolts out of his slumber, his face inches away from the source of the noise. Groggily, he lifts a hand to smack the snooze button, but in doing so misses, the clock tumbling off the nightstand. It clatters to the hardwood floor, skidding a few feet before it is stopped by its own power cord. That it was still intact after its fall was a testament to the sadism of the person who'd created it. The slap earlier had turned off the alarm,
Over eighty-seven percent of people in the United States have a phone. It has been proven that electronics give off radiation. The ultraviolet blue light emitted by the technology can be very harmful to your eyes. Technology is very harmful to the human body. The technology that we use everyday emits harmful radiation in our body. The closer the device is to your body, the more radiation your body will absorb. Just because you hold your device away from yourself, you may still be close to someone
I opened my eyes and they focused on the strange ceiling above me, I felt the heat from Jake’s body next to mine and that’s when I remembered everything. That’s when I realized that I had no idea what time it was and I’m sure Alice had called my cell about three hundred times. I still had to fill her in on Edward being Jake’s ex’s baby daddy. Carefully I pulled myself out from under Jake’s arm; luckily it seemed he was a pretty heavy sleeper. I prayed that Billy hadn’t returned or my exit would
As soon as he leaves, I put the book on my nightstand and use it as a coaster. The condensation from my soda makes a big, wet circle on the cover.” This shows how the perspective of this girl has formed against her father because he has been torturing her with studying and everything. She has become
Make sure you stay in well-lit public places, and never put your drink down. Make Andrew go with you. Ok this one is for your car, this one is for your backpack, and this one is to keep in your nightstand. # He says, Babe I left my work shirt on the bed, it has to be ironed for tomorrow. No don’t wear that sweater, it just looks like a bag on you. Maybe you should tone it down on the lipstick. He asks, Jesus calm down, are you on your period or
Story One: Genesis The year was 1945, the blazing blizzard was harsh and cold, so cold that people froze to death if they went outside, children crying and parents trying to stay warm, all I can hear is the death and sorrow of the people as they struggle to find warmth. This winter in particular was the worst winter that we had ever faced, frostbite was a definite for those who wished to travel the winter baron. I am a poor simple man yet still alive, some would call it luck some would call it
Morgan McClain 9/1/16 Fallen My eyes burned with dust. Red clouds of it blew up around me swirling in the air. "Get up"! screamed a harsh voice. "How many times are we going to have to go through this. Everyday you start on one side of the hurdle and never make it to the other" the director yelled at me. I knew that if I didn't get u p now she would pull me up. I stood and dusted my self off. I came out of the dust cloud to see my director glaring at me with dark , harsh eyes. " I will see you