Shoes_The Big Blow Up_My Beliefs, my Fears_Gee Einstein
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Shoes
In the town of Dartmoor England lived a young shoemaker Patrick. He worked diligently on his families legacy to be the best shoemaker of all times. He had his heart set on marrying a young lass named Alane.To impress Alane he worked on making her the best shoes possible. The leather was as soft as her touch and would keep her feet warm like her personality. He found the perfect blue dye to make bows that would match her eyes. The morning came for him to present his shoes and ask her hand in marriage. When he got to his work bench he found the shoes had all fallen apart. Upon closer inspections...
The Big Blow Up
The Summer was coming to an end and I was about to start my top ten things to do list when I ended up with the worse top ten things I did list. It all started at a party and I was not a party person but of course Tessa begged me to come along. So at 6:30 it all started. Tessa came home at her normal time from work and she said that she wanted to go to her friend Katherines house for the biggest party of the year so of course I was studying and said no she begged and begged and finally I caved in.She was acting like a little puppy with her big brown eyes. We left at seven o’clock and the night ...
My Beliefs, my Fears
Everyone was asleep. Except me of course. A guest in the house, and I couldn’t sleep after a turbulent trip to the city. I was feeling sleepy, perhaps more than anyone else in this house, but I dared not sleep. Again and again, I opened my eyes and closed them back not just because I couldn’t figure out anything in the dark room, but also because I was being too necessarily nectophobic. Anybody in my shoes would be, given the mysteriously blatant noise that kept breaking into my eardrum. As if that was not enough, the booming was accompanied by a weird voice goading me to end my lif...
Gee Einstein
Strange, how bearing such a famous name can bring such www.onedoor.cchardship in one’s life. Take Gilbert, for instance. He was just an ordinary child, like you or me, but what made him special was his last name, Einstein. Since Gilbert could remember, his mother and father told him stories about how brilliant Albert Einstein was and how he was like him. Though he wasn’t related to the great Einstein, Gilbert was fascinated by him, and called him Uncle Albert. Day after day, he would corner his mother or father and ask as many scientific questions a child could think of. “What is light? How fast does lig...