She almost floated across the empty, box–like room. A cold shiver relentlessly weaved its way down Emma's spine as she ran her bony hand down the bleak wall. The fireplace glared at her – its mouth opened wide. The unfamiliar surroundings struck her as if forcing themselves against her weak body –engulfing her. A soft breeze seething its way into the room from the uneven cracks underneath the door meant that the desolate room of openness had become filled with the sigh of the wind. It was as if it was crying, almost howling for its voice to be heard.
The young girl slowly ebbed towards the corner of the room. Something had caught her eye – perhaps a sense of relief from the...show more content...
"Don't leave me here... I don't think I can take it anymore."
Almost as soon as she thought things couldn't get worse, the most terrifying sound rang in her ears. The sudden bolt of the bedroom door unlatching itself made her thin face grow pale. And then she saw him. It was at this point that her imaginings were in fact reality. Draped in a long black coat, stood a man – his eyes pierced her skin as he stared almost straight through her. His face – hidden by the dark layers of shadows –was square and pointed. He lurched forward and seemed to look straight past the young helpless girl. A tight knot in her throat almost strangled her. She screamed...but no sound escaped her lips...
At first she felt nothing, but then a surge of anger mixed with the overwhelming thoughts of humiliation swept through her body. Wispy tendrils of his hair, brushed against her face, causing her to shiver slightly. She could feel his garments moving against her thin nightgown. She remembered how the night before a gentle touch graced her forehead, a hand, and it moved down her face, tracing her eyes...her cheek...her mouth. She tried to pull away, as fear began to overwhelm her senses, but he refused to let her go. He pulled her closer to him and she could feel his warm breath on her face. A tingle, partly fear and partly excitement, shot through her and her heart
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So, what is art? Art is a arrangement of ideas that an artist makes or builds. There are various variations for art that express their found creativity and inspiration to their artwork. Many people make art to display their emotions and ideas towards life or to create something beautiful for spectators. Art is a form of pleasure which appeases the audience to stay connected or feel fixated on that certain artwork. Art is understood through focusing on its: function, visual form, content and creativity. It should communicate with the viewers and help them imagine the concept of the artwork. They should also qualify work that could be seen or physically felt, displaying their ideas to be conveyed to the public. Imagery and symbolic meaning should be present with their art piece. In addition, they must portray their creativity and imagination on a canvas or any work of art. In my opinion, art is a representation of your thoughts and emotions portrayed to the audience in a perceivable and communicative manner, helping the audience connect with the artwork. The creativity of paintings helps the viewer understand the artist's emotions, as well as their art piece. Pablo Picasso, one of the greatest painters of the twentieth century, helped me understand more about art, as well as his point of view of his own style or method to display his emotions onto a canvas. I learned that Picasso was the creator of modern arts through his imaginative and innovative ideas found in
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Just a Bunch of Growers
When I thought of california I thought of sun, palm trees and warm weather. This is not one of those places. When I found out I was going to California, I packed a bunch of shorts. When I got to Petrolia I realized what a mistake I had made. Petrolia was not sunny and warm. For it was cold and dark where the hippies go to die and grow their weed. I stayed and my sisters bosses guest apartment above the garage. The apartment was dusty and filled with art work. Nobody had been in the apartment in quite some time. It smelled like old people. The apartment was just one room, a big living room with a kitchen and a bathroom. The bathroom was connected to both rooms. The toilet had a douche in it with a sign saying put toilet paper in the trash. The property was a small organic farm with a small man made pond and sauna with stain glass windows. The sauna was free for the whole town to use. It was a town full...show more content... The air was cold and windy. The beach was black, with small glossy pebbles, and shells. The shells on the beach where beautiful, shiny, and large bigger than my head. The water was gray with rocks that were big enough to climb on. The rocks held puddles of water with ocean life living in them. Small crabs where running over my feet as I sat on the rocks looking at the wave splash against it. A small trail going off of the beach, going to a Amundsen 3 small abandoned lighthouse. Off of the side of the trail was a family of elephant seals. The elephant seals were bathing in the little sun on the beach. My brother and I walks down to the beach where they were. We stayed far enough away from them but close enough to get a picture of them. When we finally got to the lighthouse it was all rusted inside with glass bottles in it. My Mom and I picked up some cool looking bottles that we could put sand in it to display in our
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West Virginia University has hands down the most gorgeous campus I have ever seen. Every morning I would wake up knowing that I have the privilege of attending a good school with a breathtakingly beautiful campus. I was gradually awoken by the warm rays of sunlight filtering into my room like a gentle wake up call. I got up to look out the window and I saw my fellow classmates walking to class and going about their days. Stretching and yawning I prepare myself for the day. I cannot help but to think that today is going to bea good day. As I stepped outside for the first time I felt the cool breeze gently blowing between the buildings, giving everyone it touches a breath of fresh air. Strolling through campus, I stopped for a minute to admire how the sun was shining down on like a spotlight on all the beautiful blue and gold flowers. The landscapers worked hard planting the flowers of the most royal of blues and the perfect shade of golden yellow. Walking further down the hill
I saw the familiar "flying dub v" on every passing persons clothing. Most of my classmates were in a rush to get to class, but I took my time just absorbing my surroundings. A strong breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass to my nose and embraced me as I continued my journey to class. Passing several students on my way, nodding my head in acknowledgement, a few familiar faces make eye contact and smile. The weather that day was perfect, not too hot, but
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I stand at the edge where two worlds collide. The oceans exude power and confindence yet its are the connector to everyone. Here at the ocean, your peace can be found in the middle of this chaotic world. This is where people can lose themselves in the beauty, tranquility and the uncontrollable power of the ocean.
I stand on the edge looking forward the ocean seems endless. Some people believe at the horizon there is nothing just a place where the moon, star and the sun hide until they shall return. Scrunching my toes into the damp sand from the high tide. The sand is like rough sandpaper on my bare feet. Whispers of the warm sea breeze as it skips over the lulling waves. The breeze carries the salty aroma that swirls in my nose leaving a feeling of tranquility and safety. Listening to the thundering raspy echo's of the waves as they churn crumbling into whitewash chaos deafening my ears to whatever else is around me. The squawking of the protectors of the ocean as they circle above, master of catching the upward sea breeze drafts. Watching the waves draw in a breath of air and sighing deeply gradually crawling along each grain of sand stretching itself out thin to reach my feet.The ocean breathes in again as the thin layer of water returns into the depths of the unknown. The sun slowly simmers down into the horizon. The ocean reflecting a amber orange painting on its mesmerizing turquoise canvas. The warmth of the air is replaced by chills. The light salt–water laps