My best buddy and I were walking out to go deer hunting on a cold December morning. With frost fresh on the ground, we could see our breath as we walked into the deer stand. It had been very warm all week so with this sudden cold snap the deer should really be moving. We were sitting in an old, beat-up deer stand which has been used for years by my dad, and his father before him. It was just an old grain bin, which we put up on a platform so it would stand 15 feet off the ground for better visibility. On the inside was where it really shined. It was completely insulated with a nice stove in one corner and a heater in the other. It also had six brand new windows just put in just two months ago. Also it had two nice reclining chairs in the center for comfort on those long days with not much deer movement. Some say we overdid it. They say we worried too much about comfort but to us they were just jealous. As the sun was just starting to rise and the shooting time got closer we saw a monster of a buck eating in the cornfield just 100 yards away and getting closer. My buddy says to me, "Cody look at that monster right there!" As I get the binoculars out to take a closer look and suddenly realize that's not just any buck. "That's Big Rick" I said. "I thought he was shot last year by old Mr. Peterson on his 40. I can't believe he is standing right there, what time is it?" I ask He replies "It's 6:10, fifteen more minutes before legal shooting hour." I thought to myself how am I going to wait that long for this buck. I'm already shaking if I wait any longer ill
cloud of cancer. He fixed his glasses and positioned back into his daze. His breath was laced with something fizzy. The other guy next to him was picking scabs off his face. There was a small backpack beside him filled with sick pleasure. Aye be cool my dad’s coming said the Salvadorian. His eyes looked different. He put his toys away and told him something in Spanish. One of the corners of the room had on another layer of spider web. You could barely see the corner now. The guy next to me put effort…
stared below into a world that I know to be my home. A place where I learned many of the people I know and seen many of the things that have opened my eyes. As I gazed into the deep abyss of trees, words take over my soul, and my ambitions are thrown into a hole of new ideas that are overwhelmingly beautiful. I am accompanied by many of the same energies that helped me progress in the first place. Sounds of birds conversing rang in the air, as the sound of my brother’s voice and guitar chord harmonies…
October 24, 2014
My Girl, Chloe
Growing up I was always very popular in school, I never caused any problems, I didn’t have any enemies, I was just a funny cool guy. The people that love me the most were the ladies. Girls always wanted to talk to me, sometimes they were so shy they sent their friends to try to be their wing girls, I guess, and talk them up. Out of all the girl friends I have had, there was only one girl I truly cared about, that I would always…
Seven/Eleven is my place because it remind me of last summer. The summer of 2012 was so much fun for me, I did what I wanted I started to act like an adult and stay out late seven/eleven is one of the only places near my house that is open 24 hours and sells food and coffee all night. It is fat rectangular shaped building it is made out of brown brick the seven/Eleven logo in front of the store has the number seven with the begin half…
blanks with descriptive adjectives, vivid verbs, and specific nouns. Remember the types of nouns we just reviewed. Do not use any word choice more than once. Try to be as descriptive as possible, and do not fall into the pattern of giving “pat” answers.
I’ll never forget the descriptive adjective night my descriptive adjective friends and I vivid verb to camp out in the proper noun about two miles from my house. That was one of the descriptive adjective nights of my life. We vivid…
Descriptive statistics are used by psychologists to summarize and describe a group of numbers from a research study. Descriptive statistics describes what the data that we are trying to make sense of is showing in a simpler way. Also descriptive statistics helps simplify quantitative descriptions, meaning it is putting the quantitative data in to an easier way to understand instead of having a significant amount of numbers to look at.
A way this could be used in everyday life is looking at a GPA…
Rhetorical analysis/ Inquiry and Descriptive genres
Satire, persuasive, argumentative, the list goes on for the different types of styles that make up the written language as a whole. Three examples of different genres of literature are Rhetorical analysis, Inquiry analysis and Descriptive.
The first genre of literature to examine is Rhetorical analysis. This type of writing is usually in the form of criticism to explore the relationships between a text…
into the sunset (pg.160), so too I was left to contemplate the scenic, sensory, roller-coaster ride my imagination was taken on, from the animated description of the characters’ stroll across the plateau. From that experience, I fully appreciate the importance of creating pictures of objects, persons, scenes, events or situations to capture the senses. The stroll across the plateau might have left my sense of taste and smell wanting, but the sugar-like sweetness of the cotton candy and the imaginary…
Descriptive Statistics: My name is Jennifer Patterson. I was born and raised in Scotland, United Kingdom and I am a white caucasian. I am 20 years old, 5 ft 7 inches tall and weigh 116 pounds. At this time I have a BMI of 18.2 and a waist to hip ratio of 0.67. As far as I am awareI have no direct family history of any sort of disease. Currently I would say I am a somewhat healthy individual, who tries to eat right and exercise often in order to keep my risk of disease low.…
the white hand of death reach for him.
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Cacophonic wailing and
screeching of shells.
All I could hear
was the wails
and cries of the…