The hopper gas station Ghost

The hopper gas station

It a quarter until 5 and business is slow as usual and there hasn’t been a customer in about an hour. My name is Richard Carr and I work here. By myself. Alone. Anyway it’s a breezy day in October and like I said business is slow and I have been fighting myself on whether I should sleep for a while or watch some television. I think I will rest my eyes because Irene was up late last night sick with the yella fever. And I’m quite tired and based on the pace of today I think resting my eyes won’t hurt anything. As I’m drifting off…..slowly……..un..t….il……the slam of a pickup truck, I jump up and go outside because part of my job is to help pump the gas and as I ran out there, there was a man with overalls and a clean cut haircut with old boots that have walked a thousand miles. I shout “Hello Sir may I help you?” he swung around and looked me dead in the eyes and said “I think I’ve got it!” with a grizzly, scratchy voice. So I head back in behind the register and start bringing the charge up which rang up to 55 cents and as usual he headed inside with a beer in hand and so I rang him up saying “Do you live around here?” he explained how he owned some land 30 miles away and has had that land from generation to generation. So after a few minutes of steady small talk I discover his name. His name was Herbert herbertson and then he left on his way. I yet again does off with the background hum of the small desk fan I have located to my right. After about an hour another customer comes in and this person is a female and she was kind of softly crying and I asked her what was wrong and she said and I quote “ today the bank is taking my families land and keeping it on the anniversary of my father’s death!” “How could they?” I answered well I’m so sorry to hear that and I really sorry about your father he’s probably a good man. She looked at me and said “He was, his name was Herbert Herbertson and he died almost 14 years ago today” my faced turned white as I remembered his face, his touch, his voice and I said “By any chance did he where old worn out overalls and old boots?” she looked up with her beautiful, soft face “yes, yes he did how do you know?” I just guessed, scared out of my mind I just realized that I saw a ghost the hour prior. I could never forget that day for the 65 more years I lived. Although I told everyone, no one believed me and to the grave I took that story hoping that I would see that man again.

The two pieces of life

Narrative poems

Figures dancing upon the ceiling

Giving breath to this long forgotten room

Figures of the great story formed by haste and love

Of a period of time in which

We reflect our own motives as of today

We need to look upon this art piece and

See the dedication, the drive that this

Artist sought out for future generations

To enjoy this phenomenal piece of life practically

Death is unforgivable like a distant

Memory that seems to fade with age

Like when you forget to ride a bike at

The age of 80. Death doesn’t care who

You are or what you are he always

Finds a way to take the very person

You care about most and take them away from you

In a flash there gone and all you have is sorrow and

The pain that death left for you

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Michelangelo

Michelangelo buonarroti was born on March 6, 1475 and died February 18, 1564. His family was pretty big you could say with a father ludocivo di Leonardo buonarotto simoni and Francesca di neri del minia. And four brothers who where buonarroto buonarroti, Gismondo buonarroti, Giovan buonarroti, and Leonardo buonarroti. His father was a magistrate which was like a political figure and I didn’t read anything about his mother but his mother did die when Michelangelo was 6. Michelangelo had very little education because he really did believe it was necessary but when he did go to school is teachers name was Francesca urbino. I couldn’t find a marrage or a wife’s name anywhere but I did find out that Michelangelo did have a thing for a man who wrote poems to each other. Michelangelo had a few struggles with his work, he faced conflict between his genius and his reputation and would constantly be stopped by that conflict. Next he faced the death of his patron Lorenzo de medici which almost crippled him as an artist. Lastly, people often said he lacked grace and gentility. Michelangelo was a sculptor in the renaissance and some of his famous works include Sistine chapel, David, pieta, Moses etc. 2 pieces I liked were definitely the Sistine chapel and David because ones a painting and the others a sculptor. And I really liked the designs of the Sistine chapel.

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