I sat on my couch, staring at the ceiling, eating protein bar number eighteen for the day. I have been eating them at my leisure, rather than actually to receive protein. I looked at the floor. It was rather messy. This is why I don't let my neighbor, John, over often. He doesn't act very neighborly as far as neighbors go. He likes to attempt to decieve me and steal my stuff. He's not very good at being decitful, though, and just makes a mess. I finish my protein par and stand up, throwing it away. I bought them in an attempt to lose weight and to only eat them before working out, but I have neither worked out nor only eaten them beforehand. I decide to go over to John's even though he'll probably even steal the old reciept in my pocket from when I went to McDonald's about a week ago. Either way, I walk out of my apartment with my hands in my pockets go go to his house. When I get there, I see a sleigh in his backyard. That's right. A sleigh. In the middle of June. I knock on his door and he comes out holding a model freight train in his left hand and a soda in the other. I look at him, confused. "Why is there a sleigh in your yard?" I ask, but the way I ask it is not exactly a question but more of a 'what the heck'. He gives me a conceited smirk. "That, my dear Caleb," he says, walking around his house and to the sleigh, "is a present for my granddad's eightieth birthday." I had followed him and look at it. "Isn't he, like, dead?" I question, raising an eyebrow. "Yes. Yes, he is." John responded, shoving his model train in his hoodie pocket. I look up at the giant sleigh before me, then back at him. "How did you even get that here, doesn't it weigh, like, a lot?" "Nahhh, it's, like, featherweight." He responded with either pride or confusion. It was hard to tell with him. "I don't think that word means what you think it means." He shrugs and walks inside, me following. I widen my eyes. There is an enormous blow-up snowman right in his kitchen. It bends down because it's height compared to the kitchen ceiling is about two to one, it being bent in the middle. "What..." I can't even see him past the hugeness of the snowman. "His name is Gerald." I hear John's voice from the other room. I duck under, uh, 'Gerald' and into his living room which is filled with things that were probably stolen. He is a bit of a kleptomaniac. He smiles at me. I smile back. This is how are friendship has been for the past few years we've known eachother. A lot of me in wonder at his insane ability to have everything and him just smiling. This is how I like it. This is how I want it to be forever. (end) So, after quite a lot of writing and thinking, I've come up with this. I hope this helps! I used all of the words even though you said I could leave out a few, so enjoy!
… The view from the Island was beautiful, but something felt eerie, I know that we had just moved in and we where getting used to the atmosphere but it felt off... I could see wandering shadows floating around the island, I just supposed they were just in my head, it happens to everyone when they move somewhere new, right? I hope it is, with all the hope left in me about this island is just normal. But I can't shake off the feeling every time I turn my head my own shadow rising up to pull me into darkness.
Eating is an experience that socializes and integrates people with their senses. The smell of food can transport us to a good memory, and the taste of dessert can bring us comfort and happiness. Most people have a favorite food and a good story involving food.
The food streets emerged as a different leisure experience for people, through the variety of colors, smells and aromas present in various food stalls around the world. In my city, these food streets are always busy at night, and there are songs, young people, elderly people, families, smells of different tasty foods, you can find hamburgers, pizza, ice cream, Japanese food, pasta, and a true cultural diversity and Social. Food streets bring integration and joy to people.
