I grab her tightly on the arm and haul her to her feet. Before I bring her to the interrogation chamber I bring her to a changing room and shove an outfit that looks similar to a hospital gown in her arms. "Change," I say "it's protocol." She doesn't respond again... only glares at me. She quickly turns on her heel and walks into the small changing room.
for a while in my life i have wanted to live in the history of our country, the american revolution but then i think about now and the history i HAVE been a part of.
and you never know... maybe one day i will tell my children that i was a part of a major event in history that they are learning about in school... you never know. i sure hope i can find a way to acomplish this.
i lay there looking out through my window at the full moon, the perfect ball of golden light. i tip-toed to my window and peered out side. the lawn flickered with small lights, dancing through the tall meadow grass.
it was a hot summer night in Vermont. one where you can only get away from the heat if you sleep with an ice pack on your head, three fans, and no clothes.
i went to my first revolutionary war reenactment when i was eleven years old. i went with my father to fort ticonderoga, America's Fort, as they call it. its a place that sets me completly free. i am never able to feel sadness or fear.
living in a different time allows me to forget about the modern day problems and issues: polution, nuclear war weapons, global warming, hate.
She stood at the edge of the water, looking out to the vast sea ahead of her. she had never seen such an angry sea before in her life and it frightened her to watch it bubble up and churn in such a way.
He stood at the edge of the prarie, gazing out at the wild, whipping strands of straw that continously had the want to pull loose of the damp, overrulling soil that held their roots in place.