The Asylum

White walls decorate the hallway of Happy Life Homes. The light on the ceiling turned on and off every second. Making the middle of the hallway pitch black. Only one single light bulb lit the end of the hallway. The air was thick and cold. Mists were forming under your feet. The air was below zero. Then there was door. Black door covered with old paint. Spiders and other bugs were crawling all over the surface of the door. It was wooden with the word “nursery” pasted onto the wooden door. The sign had rust covered all over it. Something was off, the walls were brand new, the smell of still fills the hallway. But the door, just something about that door that’s off. It was old. Not any kind of old. It was ancient, disgusting, and worn out. Whispers echo through the hallway. Whatever that’s whispering kept repeating “Come, Yessss come”. The voice had a ghostly voice of a dead lady.

The door opened to the nursery. It was pitch black, then the dim light switched on that only lit the middle of the nursery. Surrounding the nursery were walls that have many cracks and scratches. There were tally marks covering the walls. The only light source the illuminates the room is the little crack on the left side of the wall. The light source was coming from the moon. It shined onto a little girl sitting in the corner with a patients clothes on. Scratches and bruises covered her legs and arms. The girl made faint cries every 2 seconds. Her skin was ice cold, the word Nexcare Mental Asylum was written on the top of the wall. It had a huge black “X” over the Nexcare Mental Asylum. Beside the “X” writes “Nexcare doesn’t care”. Spiders and centipedes were crawling on the floor and the wall. The whispers were gone but the little girl kept repeating “NO!, NO!, NO!, NO!”. The only furniture in the room was a metal bed with no sheets. It was all rusty and old. The air was harsh, hard to breathe in. The room was incredibly cold. The door closed behind. Screams started echoing the hallway. The howls of wolves were echoing outside. Mists filled the room. The atmosphere was so harsh it can make a grown man have tears in his eyes. The air could make anyone burn their lungs. The floor had rotten bones and flesh. The smell was disgusting. The flesh made a nasty odor that could poison an elephant. Then your son looked at you, everything disappeared. The asylum, everything.

“Nothing is going on here dad” said your son with a large grin on his face

the understanding of spice trade

Many things are important in the spice trade, but the most important one is economy.

In the primary source named Document D: Bahadur Shah-Azagmarh Proclamation 1857. It talked about that the British monopolized trade by conquering India. Because the trade is so important that whoever controls it have power to do practically anything.

“In 1857-1858, British ruled India”…”British government have monopolized the trade of all fine and valuable merchandise such as indigo, cloth, and other artiles of shipping, leaving only the trade of trifles to people”

Because trade is so important the British are willing to do anything in their power to conquer India, because India has the most valuable merchandise meaning you could make big money. By ruling India, the British has monopolized trading.

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“Company Rule in India.” Wikipedia. Wikimedia Foundation, n.d. Web. 06 Sept. 2015.

Trading was the only way any kingdom or empire can make any type of money, but if you could get hold of that of that dominant trading point. Christopher Columbus arrived at the Indies and found that the most dominant trading point is India. With the most valuable natural recourses. Also when people have the most valuable riches, meaning it would have higher demand, making anybody with these recourses the richest and the most powerful

“When I discovered the Indies, I said that they were the richest dominion that there is in the world. I spoke of the gold, pearls, precious stones, spices . . .”

This quote shows that trading spot is really important also it can make a place one of the most powerful and the richest

Christopher Columbus

Welch, Jeanie. The Spice Trade: a Bibliographic Guide to Sources of Historical and Economic Information, p.51.

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The Nursery of your son

White walls decorate the hallway of Happy Life Homes. The light on the ceiling turned on and off every second. Making the middle of the hallway pitch black. Only one single light bulb lit the end of the hallway. The air was thick and cold. Mists were forming under your feet. The air was below zero. Then there was door. Black door covered with old paint. Spiders and other bugs were crawling all over the surface of the door. It was wooden with the word “nursery” pasted onto the wooden door. The sign had rust covered all over it. Something was off, the walls were brand new, the smell of still fills the hallway. But the door, just something about that door that’s off. It was old. Not any kind of old. It was ancient, disgusting, and worn out. Whispers echo through the hallway. Whatever that’s whispering kept repeating “Come, Yessss come”. The voice had a ghostly voice of a dead lady.

The door opened to the nursery. It was pitch black, then the dim light switched on that only lit the middle of the nursery. Surrounding the nursery were walls that have many cracks and scratches. There were tally marks covering the walls. The only light source the illuminates the room is the little crack on the left side of the wall. The light source was coming from the moon. It shined onto a little girl sitting in the corner with a patients clothes on. Scratches and bruises covered her legs and arms. The girl made faint cries every 2 seconds. Her skin was ice cold, the word Nexcare Mental Asylum was written on the top of the wall. It had a huge black “X” over the Nexcare Mental Asylum. Beside the “X” writes “Nexcare doesn’t care”. Spiders and centipedes were crawling on the floor and the wall. The whispers were gone but the little girl kept repeating “NO!, NO!, NO!, NO!”. The only furniture in the room was a metal bed with no sheets. It was all rusty and old. The air was harsh, hard to breathe in. The room was incredibly cold. The door closed behind. Screams started echoing the hallway. The howls of wolves were echoing outside. Mists filled the room. The atmosphere was so harsh it can make a grown man have tears in his eyes. The air could make anyone burn their lungs. The floor had rotten bones and flesh. The smell was disgusting. The flesh made a nasty odor that could poison an elephant. Then your son looked at you, everything disappeared. The asylum, everything.

“Nothing is going on here dad” said your son with a large grin on his face

Sketch: Ultimate Badminton Moment

Turquoise decorates the cracked walls in the gym. Badminton nets were put next to each other like soldiers when they march side by side. He was so sweaty that if you compared him to a swimmer that just finished swimming, you wouldn’t tell the difference. Andrew held his badminton racquet tightly. He thought to himself “I’m not going to lose, not today”. He glared at his opponent. His opponent was tall and skinny with a 35 year old’s face. A few wrinkles on his face. Andrew drank the last sip of water in his water bottle, and put it next to his mom. She smiled, hoping that she could encourage him not to get angry on how bad he was playing. He got ready for his opponent to serve. The opponent served the ball with the middle of his racquet. It went soaring high in the air. While it was in the air, Andrew was processing his next move. He dropped in the front left corner on the other side of the net. It skimmed the net, slowing the birdie down. But it was fast enough for his opponent to clear it into the air. Andrew didn’t need to process his next move. All hours spent practicing this could be it. He was going to smash it. He jumped into the air. His arm above his head ready to smash the birdie. He tightened his muscle. Adrenaline was surging through his body. He is positive he could win this point. He finally found the right timing and smashed the ball. But something went wrong. The sound of the ball hitting the strings on the racquet was unpleasant to hear. The ball went straight down as expected. It shot into the floor like a bullet. But Andrew got onto his knees with his hand covering his face. All the adrenaline was replaced with the aching in his arm. The birdie landed, but it was out. The small bit of hope in his body was gone. He lost 22/20. He shook his opponent’s sweaty hands. He was exhausted. But all he could think of was the fact that he just failed a perfect shot. Andrew tossed his racquet onto the side and strolled into the dark and deserted part of the gym.