My Quarantine Experience
<em>So</em><em> </em><em>far</em><em> </em><em>during</em><em> </em><em>this</em><em> </em><em>global</em><em> </em><em>pandem</em><em>ic</em><em>,</em><em> </em><em>Quarantine </em><em>has</em><em> </em><em>had</em><em> </em><em>me</em><em> </em><em>watch</em><em> </em><em>"</em><em>Titanic</em><em>"</em><em> </em><em>more</em><em> </em><em>than</em><em> </em><em>5</em><em> </em><em>times</em><em> </em><em>this</em><em> </em><em>month</em><em>.</em><em> </em><em>I</em><em> </em><em>cried</em><em> </em><em>each</em><em> </em><em>time</em><em>.</em><em> </em><em>Quar</em><em>antine</em><em> </em><em>has</em><em> </em><em>supplied</em><em> </em><em>me</em><em> </em><em>with</em><em> </em><em>multiple </em><em>breakdowns</em><em> </em><em>and</em><em> </em><em>a</em><em> </em><em>lack</em><em> </em><em>of</em><em> </em><em>friends</em><em> </em><em>and</em><em> </em><em>commun</em><em>ication</em><em> </em><em>with</em><em> </em><em>the</em><em> </em><em>outside </em><em>world</em><em>.</em>
A very ominous fog escapes the opening of the ship. A strange creature with the build of a chihuahua walks towards me. I step back in fear as the creature balances himself on his hind legs. He stares at me for a solid minute. The fear coursing through me blocks my common sense. The chihuahua creature coughs as a way to clear his throat. An evil grin makes its way to his face as he shortens the space between us. Behind him another creature approaches the scene, it’s physical characteristics similar to the first one to come out. They both make eye contact with me, there red bulging eyes making my very being shrink. They both grab for an item in their purple flowing capes. Out comes a knife like object. They jump on me, causing me to fall on my rear. The chihuahua creatures let out low growls and raise their knives simultaneously. I close my eyes in fear of what is to come next. They bring out a paper and place it on my chest. Little did I know that the knives weren’t knives but pens with a weird design. They write on the paper and bring it up to my face. ‘Where is the nearest Popeyes?’ An unbelievable expression makes its way to my face as I let out small laughter to hide my fear. I get up slowly, the creature eyeing my every move. I turn around on my heel and dash back to my friend’s home.
Explanation:
it was written by<em> </em><em>Hermann_Hirt</em>
Answer:
Give an informative essay on butterflies.
Explanation:
They're beautiful :)))
