I wish I were
Gushes of wind
That lashes away
The raging torrents sweeping
The iron bridge etched with “Ellicott City.”
Author: brightbookreaders
Billows of smoke
from gunfire engulfs
a town echoed with shrieks
of terror and fury.
On a windy holiday morning, my family and I braved the chill and headed to the well-known Baltimore National aquarium. As a gust of wind whipped my face and pushed against my body, I was regretful for this travel plan and murmured, “It better be worth it.”
The spotlight is on the Fairfax Station Railroad Museum. It embodies an important history of Northern Virginia and carries a symbolic value for the community.
Gaithersburg is a well-crafted story with layers of meaning and presence, imbued with contrasts and variations. Its historic landmarks are mingled with contemporary architecture, local traditions balanced with diversified outlook, old-world charm blended with dynamic modernization.
The city of Rockville is clustered with joyous neighborhoods and stores for one’s personal wants. This thriving city is featured with a hustling town center, scenic parks and trails, and a wide array of outdoor activities.
In different generations, from different countries, with different stories, three young refugees embark on a life-risking journey with their family in the novel Refugee by Alan Gratz, fleeing their hometowns in search for a new life of freedom, peace, and happiness.
It is extremely difficult to survive a zombie apocalypse. It is even harder to survive when you are all alone, surrounded by a raft of zombies. Somehow, Jack, a mindless but plucky boy, manages to survive. So far. In the series of The Last Kids on Earth, Max Brallier describes Jack’s adventure of staying alive and saving the world.
The morning wind howled, sending a wave of swirling air,
Shivers of cold running up and down my spine.
As chattering students head inside the school,
I huddle up tight on the sidewalk, fulfilling my morning duties,
Because I’m a safety patrol.
Carrying a box loaded with vegetables, I inched toward the gate of Sunday School. A short skinny old lady was standing on the right side of the school gate.