A Schooner is just a boat, a boat is just a plain old boat, but this boat was different...it never died. As many people are familiar with, every story has a happy ending, I cannot guarantee this one does. July 4th, 2011: It started out as any other normal day, flags flying through the wind, children laughing and playing, fireworks booming through the air. It was almost as if it had started out being the perfect 4th of July. Carson cried, " Marco, get off of me!" "Relax, he's just playing
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Reading takes you on an adventure around the world, in acient times, into the future, it all depends on your imagination. It was broad day when Ranger Chick Bodrie road into the town of Muskeet on his Strawberry Roan. Though he saw nothing he could hear the town was awake. He rode into town not expecting any trouble, he stopped at O`Brians Livery stable and left his Roan with a man named King Kowel. Chick would have to find a hotel and get a square meal in, he had been eating water and flour mixed
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The thick red dust swirled around as I hopped out of the bed of a small Isuzu truck. As I looked around me, the shadow of a small dingy building was becoming clearer and clearer while the engulfing cloud of earth settled back to the ground. I brushed the dirt off of my shirt as the ninety-minute drive from the Karen tribal village (my home for the past 3 weeks) had been nothing more than a narrow, winding, and dust laden trail. These trails were only accessible by small 4-wheel drive trucks and only
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I was blessed to be able to choose a story from hundreds of books on my bookshelf, and one night, I asked my mom to read Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown to me. It is a children’s book about a little bunny saying goodnight to everything in her room. Although Goodnight Moon has only 130 words, it taught me life lessons that I, otherwise, may not have ever learned. Gratitude and “goodnights” became very important to me that night. The bunny in the story said goodnight to all of the immense and
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Drought Today , I woke up thinking of a clear sunny day. the sun out, birds chirping , and smiles through the city . I start my day off with breakfast , my phone call to Mississippi. so I can make sure, my family up there is okay. Lately, the weather up there has been dry, the state has been getting hotter , temperatures have been rising. It hasn't rained in a while. Friends have been spreading the word that it's the start of a drought. I went to the store and stored up on water and before I knew
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This theme works because Margot only chance in seven years to see the sun and the kids threw that opportunity out the window by locking her in a closet. One idea for life has unfair and horrible times is Margot was always so eager, and patient for the sun to show, but she couldn’t see it because her peers in her class were jealous of her. When the class was mad at Margot, they threw her in a closet and lock it when the sun came out. If Margot was never lock in a closet then she could be happy again
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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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