The furniture, carpet, curtains, and tile give of such a retro feeling, like you have entered the Brady Bunchs home. With a huge ball of happiness building up in your stomach, you begin to open all the doors in the cabin, revealing what each room has to offer. The layout of the cabin seems very confusing, you cant open certain doors unless the one next to it is closed, and there are two bathrooms right next to each other. As you continue to explore the wondrous cabin, you come across a small kitchen that has food left behind from pervious visits. The whole feel of the kitchen is not like the one you have at your house, it has a much more friendly feel to it, as if its begging to be used. It blends in with the tone of the rest of the cabin, sort of very used, but stuffed with a gargantuan amount of character. The whole house just has a certain feel to it that welcomes you kick back and relax…
I got the idea because my cousin and I were playing a game where you had to multitask. So that’s how I came up with the idea. I thought that the kids would be the best at multitasking because since all the kids are still in school they might know more. I conducted the experiment by first gathering my subjects and my materials. Then I explained to all of my subject what they were going to do, I started the experiment and wrote everything they did during the test. Finally wrote all the data on the data table. The result was adults were the best at…
One night we were at Emili Lewis’s house. A few of us girls wanted to try to stay up all night. It had been raining so we decided we wanted to go for a drive. This point of the night it was like 1:30 a.m. We drove for a little while before we got bored. We decided to brainstorm some ideas of stuff to do. We decided we wanted to go out to Box Canyon in Kaitlin’s truck to look at the stars. It took us a little while to get everything put together. We finally started heading out there at 3:00 a.m. On the way out there we passed a truck. The truck was very short, matte black, and had a circle light bar in between the headlights. None of us recognized the truck and we got a little nervous. We decided to ignore it and keep going. For the rest of the drive we talked about boys, problems, and then we started talking about scary stuff. When we got out there we were too scared to get out of the truck, so we turned around and started back into town. We got…
We woke up on October 2nd at 5am and walked to school with all our gear, our tent, sleeping bags, clothes for the trip and all the other utilities we managed to fit in our backpacks. Once we arrived at school, we got into our designated cars and our journey began. Our first stop was a trucker stop where we enjoyed a delicious, finger-licking breakfast. Our second stop, was my favorite stop. It was the ghost town of Ransburg and it was everything you would think a ghost town to be old, empty, and spooky. We…
After hours of sitting in the passenger seat of a white Ford F-150 watching cornfield after cornfield after cornfield fly by my hallow stomach let out a roar like a lion on the African safari, my dad takes his eyes off the road and says,” skip lunch much?” Then I saw it, the light at the end of a hundred and eighty-six-mile-long tunnel on the left hand side of the road “Cracker Barrel.” I sat down at the table and know what I was going to order. Our waitress plopped down a half pound of perfectly prepared beef deliciousness topped with lettuce, tomato, onion, and pickles. I devoured it, we were back on the road to castle Vanm. I woke up the next morning excited to shoot my first gun on the farm. My dad walked out and unsheathed a over and under…
We reach the Dalles before getting the Oregon City. Here we have to Barlow Road around Mt. Hood. We have barely any food left, every animal is near done, and people in our wagon train are starting to get sick. We are also low on money, but we have to pay a toll to go on the Barlow Road. We do not have enough money to pay for this because we need at least a little bit of money to start, so we have to get them to compromise, maybe pay $1.50 and give them one of our nice pans and something that Larry bought from the blacksmith shop. It took some convincing, but they gave in and we got through. Barlow Road is really rough and bumpy. It is knocking our things around and hurting our feet. Our feet are badly, badly blistered. It is so narrow that our wagon barely fits. We cannot walk next to our wagon, we have to either walk…
“The group of boys went missing, until a group of campers discovered bones buried in the forest near the cabin. As for the groundskeeper, he was never seen again. Campers have reported hearing a shovel scraping on the doors of their cabin. So make sure to keep your cabin locked at night, and don’t answer the door, or you may end up like the boys.”…
The truck ride home was quiet, besides the occasional “Who sings this?” when a ghost of a classic country song would works its way on the radio. The red headed stranger accompanied by long white lines lit up by the glow of headlights was a somber reminder of Shawn. The familiar roads leading up to my childhood home brought back memories of me and Shawn flying down them in a pickup truck blasting Eric Church, talking about how hot Jenny looked in that tight little black dress throwing the empty Bush Light cans out the window as we went. The bark of Penny, my dads golden retriever, evaporated my memory cloud. As we pulled into my old home, I grabbed my luggage and called my wife to let her know I had made it and I was safe. The flight had made me tired and somehow the comfort of being back in the first place I called home helped me drift off into…
EMILY is a small commercial vessel operated as a passenger launch and skippered charter vessel in and around Port Fraser Harbour.…
We all got dressed in orange and the three of us hopped in the car, me, my brother, Guss, and my mom, Paisley. I was ecstatic, I was so excited to go out hunting for the first time in two years. As we pull into the trail that my dad and I always used to go to, we get out of the car and got our guns loaded and ready to go. Today I was focusing on remembering the presence of my dad and the good times we had together. We enter the trail and head towards my dad's tree stand; I lead, being the only one who knows where it is. We all climb into the jumbo tree stand that he and I bought at SAMs Club the year he disappeared. Nothing around us, just trees, I can't even picture what my dad felt,…
When I was younger I couldn’t wait to leave home. I wanted to get as far away from my little town as fast as my feet could take me. I don’t remember where we lived before my parents divorced. I was only two when mom had all she could handle with daddy making liquor and running around with other women all the time. I do remember that. The cussing and arguing finally got to her. We moved in with her parents, and her two brothers and about ten other family members. It was a big two-story house on top of a hill. I have some fond memories of those days. Playing in the yard, climbing trees, working in the garden, and my mama always cooking. It was only about five minutes up the road from my dad’s parents, so he moved into…
“Friends are like stars, you can’t always see them but, they are always there”- Santiz. My first day of middle school, I met Katy on the bus. We were in the same grade, but never actually talked to one another. I decided to sit with her and make conversation. We have been best friends ever since. Katy is my best friend, she is really close with my family, she has helped me through personal crises and she has taught me how to play volleyball.…
In my younger and more naive years, you wrote me a letter. This letter brought me joy when it arrived, for as a child, I rarely received much mail. You told me how much you missed me and could not wait until I came to visit. Out of my own foolishness, I didn’t write you back. Now, after all these years, I am finally responding:…
I am absolutely convinced that there is nothing better than getting into my warm flannel pajamas…
4. A friend, (who is) in need, is someone who is prepared to act to show it ('in deed')…