As I opened the screen door to my lakehouse, the cool air tickled my face, very unusual for Spicewood, Texas. I could see my chilled breath against the countryside scenery. The landscape was almost wintery, frost had engulfed my potted plants and chills had sprouted up my arms. I stepped off the porch and into the world. I set off to find adventure, with nothing but my camera and my heart. I wandered endlessly around our 40 acres of property. Each inch had something new. I strolled into a dense
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"Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, which has turned my life into one long night, seven times cursed and seven times sealed. Never shall I forget that smoke. Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies I saw turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky. Never shall I forget those flames, which consumed my faith forever. Never shall I forget that nocturnal silence which deprived me, for all eternity, of the desire to live. Never shall I forget
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The lawns are tidy, the facades are gracious, in good repair; they're like the beautiful pictures they used to print in the magazines about homes and gardens and interior decoration. There is the same absence of people, the same air of being asleep. The street is almost like a museum, or a street in a model town constructed to show the way people used to live. As in those pictures, those museums, those model towns, there are no children. This is the heart of Gilead, where the war cannot intrude
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Walking alone at night through the dark, starry woods, feeling the crunch of dead leaves and branches at my feet is invigorating. It was so dark that I couldn’t distinguish the person who was ten feet in front of me, yet somehow I was able to engulf the beauty of the nature surrounding me. There are only a few occasions where I enjoy being somewhere not involving nature. I believe the outside world is so breathtakingly beautiful; however, I did not always have this connection to nature. I joined
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Ever since I was 8 years old, I have loved learning about the reason behind stars and the night sky. My dad took me to a sky show at the Reuben H. Fleet Science Center and I was immediately smitten with it. I would gaze at projected speckles of light on the dome’s screen in awe and fascination as the professor would spit out information like poetry to the audience. I drank it all in with a ferocious desire to learn. Maybe it was the inviting darkness that beheld all its secrets to us that made me
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1. In Cliff Dwellers, George Bellows apprehends the bright crowd on New York City’s lower east side, and based on the picture we can assume that it was a hot day. When I see the painting my eyes immediately go straight to the large crowd. The large crowd is significance to this painting. The shadowing of the colors in the background also help the crown to be more noticeable. This painting can demonstrate that the city’s population is growing dramatically and that can be mainly to immigration. With
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become a black dwarf. The sun is also a low mass star. But what keeps our sun going as a low mass star and will it ever explode.
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Thinking 6:09 p.m. All day i’ve been staring out the window, making friends with the raindrops that tap against my windowpane. They have all raced to the edge of the canvas I stare through. The clouds move in synchronization, perfectly. The streets in Brooklyn this afternoon have been much calmer than ever before, maybe because it’s raining. But nothing stops us New Yorkers, nothing at all. But out of all days, today is the day they’ve all seem to go quiet. It’s not 9/11, so why’re they silent
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The odds of a meteor landing on your house is 182,138,880,000,000 to 1 (source - funny2.com). So, you can assume it probably won't happen, ever. I mean, you have far better chances of winning the lottery. Or getting struck by lightning. Or even winning an Olympic gold medal; three for that matter. Unfortunately, I do not have a story concerning my house being hit by a meteor to tell you. Nor have I been struck by lightning or have won the lottery, if that were the case, I wouldn't be typing this
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Maplefrost was frozen, staring through the trees to the lake where the beast resided. The stars, aggressive and unforgiving, scowled down at her, and she knew something was wrong. The air was still, the silence sinister. The shadows seemed to encase her body, confining her to the ground. Her Clanmates lay dead because of this beast. It ruthlessly murdered them all, ripping them limb from limb as they innocently patrolled the borders. Sorrowfully, Maplefrost could still hear their terrified shrieks
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