His nose twitches and his ears perk up with the sudden sound of another creature lurking. In a flash, he jerks the leash and attempts to charge at the squirrel who has safely reached refuge high up in a tree. Crying at the bottom of the tree , he realizes he has no shot. With a nudge of the leash he continues down a winding path. Once I know the path is clear and there is not a soul
The tree root came out of nowhere, entangling itself with my leg. My head hit the floor with a heavy thud; I franticly tried to free my leg, pulling with all my might. The hunter was fast approaching, I had seconds. I desperately tried to rip the tree roots off my leg, thorns attacked my hands but I barely felt the pain, all I could think
Chapter six The woods were quiet as Rikuro and I ran, the feeling of the brush tickling my ankles as it rushed passed me helped me shed my frustration. I flung kunai at trees to keep track of where we had been and where we hadn’t. we checked a few miles ahead of the others, the two of us covered a lot of ground in a small amount of time. For once, Rikuro stayed focused on something other than me. I looked over at him and my mind went back to the memory id gotten lost in during my turn as sentry.
Forcing myself to put weight on my ankle, I leave my shelter of trees. As I step out from the forest, my ears are jolted by the screams. I whip my head to the right and see the boy from District 1 is running; it’s obvious that he’s been running for a long time by the deep shade of violet on his face. Running from what? I wonder.
This dog is always outside, either on a serious walk/run with the owner, or in the backyard chasing a ball. This dog is extremely athletic and the owner is too. Very responsive to noises and movement, this dog is always on guard and barks at anything
When George and Lennie arrive at the ranch, George emphasizes repeatedly on the brush. Again and again George tells Lennie that if he gets into trouble, to go hide in the brush. Such interest in that particular order, almost guarantees Lennie will be at the brush eventually. Also, Lennie’s proclaimed love of soft things, whether it is puppies or a velvet dress was bound to stir up some trouble. Finally, the detailed account on Candy’s dog’s death foretold a major event.
This painting shows so many different people, so the noise level would have to be at an extreme. There are people having conversations, children running around laughing and playing, dogs barking, the sound of the water hitting the bank, and birds chirping. With all of that being said, there seems to be nothing but silence. It’s almost as if nothing is disordered and he was able to freeze the moment. Seurat is able to portray such a great deal of control that allows people to easily forget all the noise that comes with being outdoors in a park.
The cool breeze, shady clouds and light rays were the perfect elements for a calming atmosphere to frolic around the cul-de-sac. Around the area there are rambunctious critters that lurk in every corner of the neighborhood. These critters ranged from all age and sizes, all were running and enjoying
BEFORE FLOOD….. Living in a quaint little town of rolling hills, with flowers that flow, like the waves of the ocean across the land in a colourful torrent. A cottage sits up on a hill, looking down on the town and its people, who seem to flow through the street, exchanging words with everyone they meet along the path. Every morning a rooster wakes me awake as I drink fresh cow milk from the nearby farmhouse boosting my energy and fulfilling my voracious appetite. From my little veranda , I can see the children playing in the public parks.
Clothed, I started running up my driveway to the road. My driveway was a rugged dirt road that stretched across two acres of un-manicured grass and thick, full trees, which was my front yard. As I’m running I’m thinking about the trees. The trees are the most mystical in the world where I am from. It is as if they hold secrets these