take to the hospital (or at least that's what my brothers tell me they are), and I want to watch out my window! Oh! And dad just came home from work in London! It's a little early for him to be home, so I'm going to go and ask him how his day was. *Walks to the dining area to ask how his day went* He says he felt really hot during his day and grew tired, and it turns out, he has a slight fever. I got to go and tend to him for a little while, see you tomorrow! Creative essay: If I was a crew member aboard the ship Nina Crew members log: week 10: Today is Thursday, October 8, 1492. I miss my home, I miss my wife and my kid, I miss grass, I miss it all. They told me I was going to be rich, gold farther than the eye can see. All I see is blue. A trapping and suffocating type of blue, the blue you love to explore, until you get lost. That's how I feel, alone, trapped, and not able to get out. There's talk of mutiny circling, and I'm wondering who to kill. They call him Columbus; he's the captain of our ships. Alas, I am aboard the wrong ship, and there is no way to get to him. …show more content…
He knows of our plot. He cut us a deal. He wants three days to find any land, and if we don't, we can do whatever we want to the guy! Personally, it’s not him I have a bone to pick with, its King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella I don't like. They had to pick me for this! This is a suicide mission, everyone knows that there's nothing this far out here! I never planned on being this far from shore at any point in my life. This far out, anything could happen to us and we would be fish food. We lost all support 2700 miles ago. Nothing ever good comes from being this far out,
When he was younger, Arn-Chorn was forced to wake up and work in the rice fields from 1 to 7 in the morning. He wasn’t allowed to sleep, he was only allowed a thirty minute break, with very little food. Arn and other kids his age were forced to work out in the fields under the blazing sun, wearing a black pajama. Working day and night, in order to survive, Arn started to steal food from the kitchen. The extra food allowed him and his “friends” to survive at least one more day. He had many opportunities to run away from his camp to find his family, but he stayed because he knew that he wouldn’t be able to survive a day out in the jungle. There are many other kids and families like Arn who are forced to face this situation. Some families are
Could you ever imagine sending your child on a field trip knowing that end purpose was for them to die? GOD sent his only son, Jesus Christ, to earth ultimately for this trip. Desire coming from the flesh of a woman, Jesus Christ is GOD's son. Jesus walked the earth to teach us about his father and how he wished for us to live, so that our souls would be clean in order to reach the pearly gates of heaven.
EXT. CHURCH OF SCIENTOLOGY - RUNWAY (GOLD BASE, CA) - dayFLORENTINARodger that commander Joshua.They board on a jet on the runway.INT./EXT. Jet - Day - travelingFlorentina and Destiny walk into the cockpit. Shane sits in the back where he lays his weapons down.Shane(whispers to himself)I can't believe I am doing this.DESTINYI hope you have a strong stomach Shane.FLORENTINABuckle up boy.Florentina goes full throttle. The plane takes off, Shane sees the ground.SHANEOh shit, I think I am going to lose my lunch.DESTINYHave you ever been on a plane before.SHANEIts been so long, I can't remember.Destiny looks at him as if he was some kind of idiot. The plane reaches 10,000 feet.SHANEHow come the ground looks so flat.FLORENTINASo you still don't believe in what Daniel told you, wait until we
Marlo is just trying to test the security guard at the convenience store, when he goes in to buy a bottle of water, aware that there is a security officer in the store watching him like a hawk. Marlo does not care, he knows that he has more power than the officer. To test his power, he pays for his water as he stares at the security officer. Marlo takes a few suckers and places them into his pocket without buying them. He then walks out without blinking an eye, knowing that there will be confrontation. Marlo does this because he knows his power and place in the city, and is not afraid of anyone, nevertheless a cop.
Cal walked through a trail in the woods during the last gasps of dying summer. Browning ferns brushed against his jeans while he paced. The trail was overgrown and undefined, and Cal stomped through sticks and tree branches to make his way through. He emerged through the thicket into a clearing for a power line route. He saw the old derelict boat, his family’s boat, nested in its 30 year resting place. He walked up to it and put his hands on the giant steering wheel and looked down at the undergrowth of plants at its base. Traditionally, the end of august was prime huckleberry season. And the base of the old boat was traditional grounds for some sizeable huckleberry bushes. When he was younger, Cal, his sister and cousin would bring buckets
As he walked past the water he saw what was left of what was once his domain, a ruined memory of what he considered his golden age. Abandoned towers, broken pipes, and beanstalks grown up to great heights, leftovers of a world that he knew and loved, over and gone what once was golden and bronze. Afterthoughts of what was now gone leave him depressed, leaving him angry and sad, something which he would surely lose sleep over. Yet somehow he knew he had it good now, his life wasn't over and gone in a pile. Walking past the shores and the dock on the water, he looked past the bricks, the blocks in a pile. He noticed great items, thrown in the water, fungus and ferns and tossed about the area. These items he once used, he would swallow them whole,
A young man sat outside his home and spoke to himself “The moon is as red as fire and is at it’s highest peak above the castle I can see just about everything from here. My wife was right this is the best cottage in the village. My great-grandfather and his brother built it from scratch. I am so happy to raise a family here.” “Charles come inside tell the kids to come in too it’s late,” his wife said. “Oh honey, look at the moon, it’s more beautiful than all the stars tonight,” Charles said. “Yes yes it is beautiful but tomorrow you have to meet with Sir Elliott. Convince him to let us keep our land even though their has been a drought and no one in the kingdom crops have grown and we have no food to offer him to keep our land,” his wife said
Tom opened his eyes the sunlight creeping through the cracks of his small cabin. He lives in the potato fields of Idaho surrounded by woods and a pond next door.It was blazing hot the sun scorching everything beneath it. He went out to the fields looking for some potatoes which is all he would ever eat. He would occasionally go fishing or hunting, Using what his parents left him to cook meals and catch wildlife . He is lonely the only company he has was his horse. He was twelve years old and living on his own. His family had left him to find money when he was five promising they would be back in a year .Every morning when he wakes he says to himself this is the day, and goes out and looks at the horizon waiting for them to show. Its has been
Ah, Mister John Milton! Pleased to meet you! Please allow me to introduce myself. I am your Muse! You are surprised to see me? I can understand. You evoked the Holy Spirit as a muse to continue your endeavour while keeping in line with Greek and Roman epic poetry. You did not expect an actual Muse. Well, just as the Greeks could not look directly upon their Gods, you cannot directly lend your ear to God, so you have me! I am a bearer! A dwelling! A messenger! I am the conduit through which the Spirit will flow to you! I may not be a man of wealth and taste, but I’m muse enough to assist you in your endeavour. And I have an idea! Start your story with Satan, and make your audience feel bad for him.
I have been on this ship for many weeks, and I don’t know when I will get off. The crew talks about their findings from the last voyage, but I all I can think about is seeing land again. I joined the trip because it paid well and I was interested in becoming rich like the people of Columbus’s voyage had. They brought back gold, new plants, and cloths. Pizzaro speaks often of how we are to convert any natives seen to Christianity. Hopefully, we will claim even more territory for Spain.
Dried grass crunched as a horse wandered through a field, trying to keep its’ rider aloft. The rider wasn’t paying much attention to where, or how his journey was going. He’d been riding for days, going way too long without any rest.
“This is the fifth time in two weeks that you can come to us with this ridiculous idea of sailing the Atlantic to find a quicker way to Asia. Don’t you understand that we have a war going on right now, Columbus? We have better things to spend our country’s money on than your maritime adventures. If you don’t get out of here in the next five seconds, I will have you arrested! Do you hear me Christopher?!” The King threatened.
We had received your letter during meal time. My dear husband had read it silently only to looked shocked afterwards, however, after I have heard the matter, I was able to convince The King to agree with your requests, if you are to be starved to death on the voyage to Rome. I had heard about those filled cargo boats filled with poor natives of “your” islands and I was most appalled at the scene. I reported this to my husband and we both agreed that your choices were not thought out as to what the consequences would be. You firstly took possession of the people, in which we could have become allies and they could have offered a trade which means more diverse items in our country and increasing traders to look for such rare materials,
My husband made an acquaintance on board. His name is John Howland. He was almost swept off the deck of the ship in
Before too long she had made it back to the woods where she had first woken up, but instead of the forest that was here before, she found herself staring at a black wall. It stretched from east to west with no end, Bayah frowned. It looked like gas, but seemed solid enough that if you touched it your hand wouldn’t sink through. Her blanket fluttered loosely around her shoulders and fell into a pile behind her as she dropped her backpack onto the ground and reached for a rock. Determined to figure out exactly what it was, she coiled back her arm and gave the pebble a baseball style pitch into the wall. There was no other wound then a slight hiss. The rock was simply gone, there was no bounce back nor was there the sound a soft thump if it had hit the ground. Bayah blinked, but didn’t give up testing it as she grabbed a large rock from the ground. As the rock hit the wall once more, she realized that it wasn’t disappearing, but disintegrating,