The old wizard pulled his hood back and turned to close the mighty hardwood door behind him. The wood was smooth where he placed his hand for more than one hundred winters. When the door closed, its locking bolt slid into place with an audible click. D'Mari took the stairs two at a time as she bounded for her teacher and locked him in a great hug.
"It is good to have you back," she said.
"It is good to be back, my child" the wizard replied.
"I have not been a child for three winters, old man," D'Mari said, rising up on her toes, a smile on her lightly tanned face. Nearing her fourteenth winter, D'Mari was determined to reach First Pillar before her fifteenth and be the youngest in the kingdom to do so.
"Unless you have found some magic I am not aware of," Bob was saying as he was startled by a loud rap on the door. It was loud enough to echo up the stairwell and beyond. Immediately, the doors wards and spells sprung to life, magically sealing the portal and preparing itself to withstand the greatest of assaults.
"Bob , I have need of your wisdom and advice on an urgent matter," a voice called from beyond the door. "A messenger's horse has returned without its rider and there's an arrow protruding from its left hindquarter. It was followed thereafter by a carriage, two horses, no riders or passengers. Please, " the caller begged, "we need audience."
D'Mari glanced at her teacher, caught his slight nod, then placed her palm on the dark, wooden door, still rough in her chosen spot. She wiggled her toes inside her soft leather boots, taking comfort in the presence of a smooth, copper ring on her second toe. "Vren," she intoned softly and the wards dissipated and the locking bolt slid back into...
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... runes came to life. It was the last thing D'Mari saw as darkness settled in.
Garlen cleared the dishes from his small dinner table as he did each night around sundown. His wife, Laneigh, placed a a kettle of water on the kitchen wood stove for happil tea. The four room cottage had a small kitchen, comfortable living room with a small fireplace, a sleeping room and a locked storage space. Garlen built the home while they stayed with the innkeeper some twenty winters ago. After this, Garlen renovated the old mill and, after two years of effort, returned it to its former glory. Local growers of wheat, barley, and stirgegrass celebrated its return with a feast for the small hamlet, no longer did they have to grind by hand or travel twenty leagues to reach the nearest mill.
"Have some tea, my dear," Laneigh said to her husband, handing him a small cup.
Finding a door to exit would become a puzzling exercise during one of their St. Albans investigations. Terri and Marie were in what is known as “the safe room,” because a large old-fashioned safe is located there. They had completed their investigation and were readying to leave the room when they realized they couldn’t. There wasn’t a door. “It was as if it had been morphed over,” said Terri. “We went around and around in circles. We were growing concerned when we made another lap and there it was. It was as if the door materialized out of nowhere,” she said.
The art in social justice movement is further educate individuals while entertaining them, one example is the 1978s classic The Wiz. The Wiz was created during the Black Arts Movement to illustrated historical and political issues in the African American community. If one watches The Wiz closely one can see the how the Scarecrow character is used to demonstrate how African American mental mislead. The Scarecrow was told over and over by the Crows he was not smart enough to get down off of “dis here pole”. The Scarecrow believed the Crows and felt he was dumb and not good enough. However, the Scarecrow was very smart, but due to years of being mental beat down he could see it. This has happened so many times in African American history. African Americans have been told they were not smart or good enough since captured and brought to America. This constant mental abuse has left a lasting scar on African Americans, but The Wiz tried to show African Americans had more knowledge than what they give themselves credit for.
A women lived here as well, for the house was decorated with flower wallpaper and decorative cloths adorned the shelves. In the yard remains of scattered toys and a sandbox made from an old tractor tire, gives evidence that a child once lived there. The family was not a rich family. They supplemented their food supply with homemade food items. The winters were
The American prairie in the 1800’s was home to many homesteading families. There were also some challenges and limits to some of the people living during that time. In fact, the grass could grow up to 6 feet tall! Mothers would worry about losing their children in the tall grass. The men, women, and children all had different roles in the house. Men would fight, woman would run the house, and the children would help out, go to school, and more importantly, play.
...tling on the steps. The paint on either side of the staircase peeled off in flakes sending them to the hardwood floor. Dill took a dubious step onto the first stair, then the next, then the next, leaving Dill-sized footprints amidst the debris, each step sending a shiver up his spine.
As Mike arrived at the end of the hallway, he looked on the left side and saw the door to room 1408. The door was different then all the other doors he had seen along the hall; it was slightly bigger and the color was different. All the other doors were black and freshly painted while the door to room 1408 had an old greenish color and there was places were the paint had been chipped. Mike also had a hard time seeing the number of the room since the paint was slightly faded away. When Mike inserted the key in the door handle, his heart was beating as it never had before. Even if Mr. Enslin was afraid, he turned the key and swung the door wide open leaving it to produce a squeaky, irritating sound.
From the beginning of the story the village is described in a dull and bland manner. The village was described to be made up of only twen...
as a small farm, belonging to a very plain widow and her two daughters. The
The cold air breathed through the holes, the light escaped the house throughout the day, and the house stood quietly in the fields, this is what the serf called home. The houses is mostly consists of wattle and daub. Wattle and daub is mainly willow or oak, which is than woven together, and covered with mud and clay. The floors are usually dirt, although some will covered it with layers of reeds for cushioning. Also because the serfs have no heaters they added straw to insulate the wall. The roofs are thatch, and manure was good for binding the whole mixture together. The serf’s houses are consisted of only two rooms, one with the hearth and the other contains a stove oven. Also because the chimney was not yet invented, they build in a hole on the roof. Although the serfs’
He was reluctant to do so but knowing he might get out he listened. As soon as he covered his face the door blew of the hinges and broke the window throwing glass everywhere. When he uncovered his eyes he saw nothing but smoke, after it cleared he could clearly see written on the wall outside "welcome to The Game". He thought this was all a nightmare trying to wake up he only ended up hurting himself from all of the pinches. After working his way through the hallways following the arrows, he got to the front door. He knew it would be locked but tried anyway and to his surprise it moved, but only an inch or so. Chained from the other side the door wouldn't come
The Wiz the musical came out in 1979 and has been one of the most popular musicals since. The wiz was written by William F. Brown and the music was written by Charlie Smalls and Zachary Walzer. The wiz was played on a proscenium at Eastmoor Academy on march 6, 2016. The director of the play was Seth Harms. The time setting of the play was
"I told ya so she was pretty sis, didn't I?" he grinned, as his older sister carefully filled the cup nearly almost to the brim with some hot tea, while a small container of sugar added two lumps to it.
When peasants came home from the fields, they didn’t have much to relax in after a hard day. Peasants lived in small villages or neighboring farms on their lord’s manor property. Their houses were squalid cottages with only two room
As soon as the county attorney, the sheriff, his wife and Mr. and Mrs. Hale walk into the Wrights house there is a clear division of power between the men and the women. The men walked in with harsh faces ready to get the job done, while the women plan on just sitting in the kitchen by the fire so that they can stay warm. The men surpass the kitchen on the way to the bedroom which is where Mr. Hale found Mr. Wrights dead body. The sheriff even made a comment saying: “Nothing here but kitchen things” (1414). While he was disrespectfully kicking around pots and pans and making comments criticizing Mrs. Wrights housekeeping sills. These remarks set the stage for the rest of the story and introduce to the readers the roles that women in society at this time were supposed to live by.
A peasant village housed possibly ten to 60 families. Each family lived in a black, dank hut made of wood or straw-woven coat with mud and thatched with straw or rushes. Coating of straw or reeds covered the floor, disgusting by the boars, chickens, and other animals housed with the family. The one bed was a heap of drained leaves or straw.