Sustainable transport

It makes sense that is you see something that could be dangerous to you or anybody else, you would want to do something. That’s what I was doing one day. But, my imagination got the best of me, because of how suspicious the situation looked. First of all, I was at the supermarket buying some groceries in the afternoon on a sunny summer day. As I walked to my car outside, i saw somebody in jeans and a black hoodie. I have always been interested in mysteries, even though I have just gotten a degree

One sunny morning in June, Taylor and Peyton had just got done with breakfast. They were going to see if their friends Ryan and Justin just next door wanted to go with them to the park that was just down the street from their house. They walked through the front yard, the grass was all dewy and wet from the rain the night before. The girls walked up the steep brick steps to Ryan 's front door, "ding, dong" went the loud door bell. They waited on the red brick porch until Ryan answered the

It all began with a simple phone call one Monday night after dinner. Lorenzo, my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Alex, and he sounds anxious.” As I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was curious, I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure adventure with Alex. Thirty minutes later, however, Alex’s silver Mustang convertible swung into our driveway, and Alex was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing

The Welcome Table by Alice Walker Melissa English ENG125 Instructor Abby Forster January 14, 2013 The Welcome Table The Welcome Table is a short story written by Alice Walker. It is written in third person point of view. “The omniscient technique is used in this story and is particularly effective in allowing the reader to understand the old woman’s predicament and how she, and others, dealt with it” (Clugston, 2010). In this essay, I will explain the meaning of this story as well as

This morning I woke up to do my morning run. I thought I would take a route through the woods instead of the sidewalk. As I was running through the woods, I saw how gorgeous the forest really is. The wind in my blonde curly hair, rain drops dripping off the bright green leaves onto me it cooled me off. I sat down on a rock to take a break and I noticed a weird looking bush that didn’t have thorns or anything growing around it. It looked like a door.... As I get up to walk over to the dark green

The day of my sixteenth birthday was boring and uneventful. Living with my Aunt and Uncle in a farm on the outside of town, I was used to being friendless and lonely, but waking up on my special day and realising everyone had forgotten was and all time low. “ Goodmorning,” I said to my Aunt, walking into the kitchen. The only reply I received was a slight grunt and the door banging closed as she headed out to the barn. After getting ready for school, I packed my bag and started the walk to the

It was a rather hot and sunny Summer day in California. Friends Lauren, Chase, Melissa, and Brad decided to head to the beach for the day before they started college in the following week. Lauren was driving while Chase held the map and navigated her. Normally Lauren would just use her phone for directions but, the group decided to leave their phones at home. They all agreed that they could spend one day together without their phones and without any distractions. “Turn left up here,” said Brad.

Many of the biggest cities in the United States revolve around public transportation. New York, Chicago, and Boston have huge public transit systems. The people that live in these cities rely heavily on the subway to get from point A to point B. Yet one of the biggest and most well-known cities in America is not on that list. Los Angeles has a landscape that revolves around the automobile. This humungous city has an auto culture like no other. There are many signs that point to the dominance of the

Raven stood in her bathroom, sink running as she brushed her teeth. Same thing she did nearly everyday. She didn’t bother making herself something to eat, she didn’t have the time too. She would just stop at the coffee shop, it was just down the street from the Library. Spitting in her sink, reaching out she grabbed hold of the glass that sat on the edge of the sink. Lifting it she stuck it under the flow of water, once it was half full she pulled the glass away, bring it to her mouth. She took a

The snow had been falling steadily since noon and it didn’t look like it was going to stop anytime soon. I gazed out the window, looking at my backyard. The beautiful snow had already been messed up by the neighborhood kids, yet it was still as white as an angel’s wings. I smiled to myself, turning away so I could check if I had everything. A car horn honked, drawing my attention to the front door. I let out a sigh, grabbing my house key as I walked outside. I waved at my grandma, locked the door