Statue Of Liberty Novels & Stories

As an outsider, you would never guess a place such as this even exists, perhaps they like it that way. The sounds of water soon get my attention, I look ahead to see one of the biggest water fountains I have ever seen. It was white with little gold details around the outside, but the huge statue in the very centre is what caught my attention. It appeared to be of a lady in a dress which flowed in the wind, her hair also following in the same direction at the top, while standing at her feet stood what seemed to be a wolf looking around the area. There must be some deeper meaning to that, but just from looking at it, it was incredible. “Woah.” Is all I say as we begin to pass it, up close you

It makes me sad and I don't like that it does that to me. Munching on my waffle I shove it into my mouth to have a free hand to open the door. Opening the big back door I walk out into a beautiful big open field. A field that we train on, play on and have parties on. The field was as big as a football field reaching out until stopped by a wall of thick forest that every wolf in the pack enjoys running in. I take a deep breath enjoying the sun on my face still munching on my other waffles.

Basically meaning actions speak louder than words. Standing tall to the left and right of the steps as you approach the building are statues depicting our God and creator Ezillus, acting as guardian and protector of all who enter, while at the front of the building is a grand statue of Queen Lysandra, my very great etc grandmother - the woman responsible for building the Academy. Knowledge was her passion, especially being able to share that knowledge with others, and I’m glad that thousands of years later we have been able to keep her dream alive.

“A Fiat 500 . . . and don’t you dare laugh or I’ll run you over with it.” James stifled a laugh. “I wasn’t going to laugh. Fiats are cool.” His eyes took in the massive stadium and gymnasium for the first time. “Oh, my God!” “Incredible, aren’t they. The architecture is amazing,” Eliza said lovingly. He was in awe at the sight of the two large, connected structures. On the one side, stood an expansive gym with the name of Williamson Gymnasium; on the other stood Victory Field. Both buildings maintained the same look of the main hall with their exteriors of white granite and columned fronts. A tall statue of a winged woman on the verge of throwing a javelin was situated dead center in the ent

With my face burning, I jogged over to his side. A three-tiered fountain sat at the very center of the garden. The stone was both pale and smooth, set with a silver sheen that grew brighter as more moonlight hit its surface. At the top was a granite statue of a voluptuous woman. Thick, braided hair spilled down her full breasts, reaching her navel. Her arms were raised over her head as she cupped a silver orb that must’ve represented the moon. My wonder over the statue of Lunette was ended when I noticed the strange liquid spilling down the fountain’s tiers.

I will softly run my fingers across its petal and walks away from it. I was speechless. My eyes basically pops out of its socket and jump straight to the fountain situated in the middle of the greenhouse. On top of the fountain is a statue of a lady, a basket full of flowers on her hand. I narrowed my eyes on the statue. I am not familiar with this work of art but it's beautiful, the inspiration for this statue is the world most' beautiful woman and if she is still alive. I would love to see and even talk to her. I feel like she has the purest heart and wise words.

New York City By late afternoon the next day, we were finally here: New York. I had dreamed about this place for years but never made it because of my parents. And now, because of Kyle, I was standing on the dock staring at the massive Statue of Liberty. “Wow… Kyle, look at that! Oh my God–” I couldn’t stop pointing things out like a kid on a sugar high. Kyle just laughed, watching me like I was the best thing he had ever seen. I didn’t even care about the people staring at us from the bus stop.

S H E S T O O D A few feet away from the tall mound of stone and marble that cast a shadow over her from the setting sun. For an unknown reason, Natasha found herself visiting that place more than once in a week, just to let out the day's weight and gaze upon the twenty-foot statue of the Blue Streak which captured him in a sprinting position and the large lightning bolt emblem plastered to his chest being the only thing that had color as a blue glowing lamp enclosed in a glass case was attached on top of it, highlighting the emblem.

Leonardo asked solemnly. "It's 6:30 a.m.," Angela reasoned, which prompted Leonardo to go to the park. Of course, they're not out for a jog in their casual attire. A few joggers enjoyed the morning breeze while breathing next to the statue of a woman facing the ocean. Isabela was the name given to the monument, and the sculptor created a sad woman waiting for someone at the bay. Some locals made up a story about her being Isabela, a local woman who died while waiting for her long-lost love to return to that very shore. Angela remembered visiting the location a long time ago.

Luna couldn't resist taking a dip in the crystal-clear waters, enjoying the refreshing embrace of the ocean. Eager to explore the city's iconic landmarks, Luna made her way to the towering statue of Christ the Redeemer. As she stood at the foot of the statue, she marveled at its grandeur and the breathtaking panoramic view of Rio below. Luna felt a sense of awe and tranquility in the presence of this iconic symbol of peace and unity.