Scott Davis stood at attention front of the president of the United States. Even though he was standing in front of the most powerful person in the government, Scoot had a confidence radiating from him. As he stood there the president reached out his hand to welcome him. Then he started speaking,” I understand that you are best the military has to offer. One week ago my daughter, Jessica, disappeared and yesterday a terrorist group called Melkida claimed responsibility for the act. They sent a ransom of 1 billion dollars and half of all our military artillery. It has to be given to them in ten days or they will kill her. You were sent here to rescue her from Moscow, Russia where they took her to.” At this note Scott saluted and walked out. A couple hours later Scott sat on a plane with a ticket to Moscow. As he was starting to fall asleep there was a noise from behind him. Usually Scott would ignore it but something made him turn around. At first everything seemed normal but then he saw it. A bomb that was supposed to look like a carry on underneath the seat of a man who looked to be sleeping two rows down. As a flight attendant passed by him with drinks he said, “Excuse me, I need to speak to your pilot right now or else every one this plane is going to die in 5 minutes, “As she led him to the pilot his body raced with adrenaline. When they got there Scott said, “We need to land right now. There is a bomb that looks to homemade in aisle 6 and the last time I looked it only
I had to upload something to view sooooo... ignore this. So here's a story i had to write for english
The start of a new school year sucks. Not because I have to go to school, it’s just getting back into the same routines as before. After spending 15 minutes finding my way around the unfamiliar school I grab my books for the first class of the day and head towards the classroom. I step into the room and scan over the people sitting on tables talking and being loud. I spot a desk at the back where…
As soon as I had entered the airport terminal all he could hear was people talking. I proceeded to check in and was waiting in line for at least twenty minutes. I had gotten so bored of waiting that he started to listen in on the conversations people were having around him. One of the conversations he heard had intrigued me, there were rumours going around that there may be an assassination attempt on a lawyer who was representing a witness on a murder trial. This man was heading to…
AHHHHHHHHHH THE BRIDGE IS FALLING I CANT HOLD ON I AM GOING TO LET GO Debbie said “JUST A LITTLE MORE I CAN GRAB YOU”. Suddenly the wood panel she was holding on to snapped again and Anita fell though and Debbie screams “Noooooooo”.
It's the morning of December 31st. New Years Eve at “Flinders National Park”. A beautiful sunny day with the family camping and all having the time of their life everyone is laughing and just being happy. Anita and Debbie, the two sixteen year old…
English story- Discovery
Within society, I’ve always been the awkward redundant fringe dweller. The outlying presence, just craving and desperately desiring some form of positive recognition. Why was I forced to be this polluted version of myself? The sky bleed fingers of orange as the sun crept over the horizon, glinting streaks of light reflecting of my stark white skin. The dirt around me was rich and plentiful, earthy flecks shimmering across the vast brown expanse. I slowly picked up a handful…
GCSE English language
Unit 1- Story
The new arrival
The new arrival had sat there looking at me with her emerald eyes glistening in the dim light, her hair was light blonde, and it hung loosely over her bony shoulders. She was thin as a stick, and when offered food, refused. Her name was Athena, the same as the goddess of intelligence and skill. She sat across the oak table, covered in carefully crafted china plates. Her bright pink nails, were noticeable from across the room, they…
instinctiveness. Human survive on it. In the short story “The Large Ant” by Howard Fast, Fast illustrates surviving on instinct when he shows that humans are naturally violent, that the government will do anything to survive and that Morgan kills without hesitation.
A large percent of people crave violence and that’s solely an instinctive trait. Howard Fast does an excellent job at illustrating this throughout the short story “The Large Ant.”. The story takes place in Cold War Era USA during a time of…
Into the Woods
“Hurry up!” Maisie's brother Jeremy groaned as he hiked up ahead of her. “I have to use the bathroom and the next resting spot is only a couple miles ahead!” Her seventeen year old brother was going to be a senior in high school and thought the whole world revolved around him.
“It's not my fault I have short legs!” Maisie retorted. She had just turned twelve this June, a summer baby and on top of that, a late bloomer. Their dad, Michael, in an effort to become close again with…
6, November, 2014
The open window
I’m afraid of sleeping but I’m also afraid of leaving my eyes open in the dark. It’s
Childish of me-I know-but I can’t help it. There’s something there and it stares back at me from
my window. It started off with dreams but, soon it became more than that, I began seeing thing
in the corner of my eye and in the mirrors. I’ve told my parents but, they don’t believe me.
We’ve gone to the Doctors and well, they had me take drug tests…
have to be grateful for who they are and what they have in life and never be unappreciated. Nathaniel Hawthorne's two stories use humans to test their scientific studies. The stories show two families of science-based backgrounds caught between a passion for success in their scientific studies, and love between a father and a daughter and a husband and a wife. In the two stories " Rappaccini's Daughter" and " The Birthmark", the two scientists want to success in their scientific lives. They risk…
By Lily Parasiuk
It was the beginning of the summer before 10th grade. I had just moved out to a small town in Ottawa. My dog Lucy, an Australian Shepard, and I had been exploring the forest behind our new home when we came upon a small stone bridge arching over a river. As we crossed I stepped in something sticky. When I looked down I saw a red stream sweeping around my feet, I looked up to see a boy laying on the bridge crying. I ran to that bloody boy not thinking or knowing what to…