Garden Canopy

What is the word for the door entrance overhang?

Jan 28, 2008 by alexandredz | Posted in Decorating & Remodeling

I try to find it for my door leading outside the house. Internet refers me to canopy or awning. What is the name of it for the constraction workers? I mean a solid overhang made of wood or something like that, not fabric, plastic or aluminium.

Porticos?
like these?
http://www.historicdoors.com/portico.htm l

Which WrestleMania has the best setup?

Dec 01, 2008 by cjacoryp | Posted in Wrestling

I went to WrestleMania 24, There was 8 Movie Screens above the ring under the Canopy, the whole entrance was made of TitanTrons. The Staduim had electric WrestleMania signs everywhere, even in the restroom.

Under the Florida Skys, next to disney land, the beach,and it didnt matter were you went, rather it was the grocery store or gas station and even the movies had WrestleMania 25 posters everywhere.

There were limos on the highway, and limos at every hotel, it was a great day.

wow man i haven't been to a Wrestlemania but they sound great. including w24. stared

can you tell me if this story is good or bad?

Nov 18, 2008 by legolas2229 | Posted in Mythology & Folklore

Chapter 1- Plane Ride
I’m Jeymee Pau and I’m on the way to Paris, France! Paris is the most romantic, fashionable, artistic, and sophisticated place I know. I can’t wait to land and smell the fresh air, because the guy sitting next to me reeks of microwavable chili which looked like it came out of the air plane toilet. Besides the toilet eater sitting next to me, the view of the bright blue sky, and flying right though the clouds is the most exhilarating feeling. Only 4 more hours and I’m off to meet my sister. I’m moving from New Hampshire to Paris, to live with my big sister. She called me a month ago and asked if I wanted to move in with her, because my mom went off and started her actress career and is always gone. I would take care of myself at the house, and my friends back at home were like my family, but my sister insisted that I shouldn’t be left at home by myself at the age of 16, because I was too young and it wasn’t safe for me to be alone she said. Also I already knew French so I wasn’t going to be the clueless American new girl. I loved my friends, but how could I turn down my sister and further more Paris! Also to tell the truth, it was a little lonely being by me at home all the time.
Finally I’m off the wretched plane and away from the nasty toilet eater. As I was walking down the Aisle, to the gates, to the airport it finally hit, the moment I’ve been waiting for. I left my little city Nashua; I left my friends, school, and life there. How did I make myself believe for one minute that I could just walk away and forget everything I left behind me? I’m in the big city of Paris new people, new school, and a new city. What if I got lost and couldn’t find my way back home and I got robbed or worse, kidnapped. My mind was going crazy and I felt all dizzy and woozy, but I didn’t realize that I had already past the gates and my big sister was pushing everyone aside to greet me. My sister, Sharon, She’s the greatest role model, she’s only 25 and is an owner of a big company in Paris, and has her own house. When I saw her but how could I turn down my sister and further more Paris! Also to tell the truth, it was a little lonely being by me at home all the time. When I saw her she looked so professional her short black hair angled short from the back to long in the front, and wearing her black pencil skirt and white blouse. I always adored my sister, but today when my sister greeted me I felt a rush of relief and I knew that I wasn’t alone and I was going to do just fine in Paris… or so I thought.
Chapter 2 – Arriving home
When we got out of her car at her house, I thought my jaw fell right off my face. I knew my sister had a decent size house, but this was a whole new story. This was the biggest house I’ve ever stepped onto, back in New Hampshire I lived In a 2 bedroom apartment, and this house looked like it could sleep easily, 12 people. Walking up to the door I was in astonishment. There was a black cement drive way in a half circle and in the middle was a white brick stair case up to my sisters house, to the sides were bounds of snow white and rosy pink flowers. The house was made of granite rock plates and white vinyl siding and the roof was light blue. Walking thought the gigantic glossed black doors, welcomed me into the entrance. In the entrance there were 2 stairs on either side of the wall leading up to the upper floor and in the middle was a stair case leading to the ground floor. The ground floor led to various rooms, the dining room, kitchen, bathroom, work out room, and living room. The upper floor led to my sister’s room, bathroom, study, and my room.
When I entered my room it was painted a light sky blue color. There was a king size bed, the bed sheets were white trimmed with flowers on the side. On top was a down feather baby blue color blanket, and on top of that were baby blue and white pillows. There was a white frame around the bed and it was covered with a white canopy over the bed. There was a desk and computer on the other side of the room and a book case with many teenage romance books which I loved to read, but my favorite part was the glass door opening to a balcony outside. I turned to my sister and started to say this was to much , but she simply just said it was nothing and turned around and said dinner was going to be ready at 7:00 and gave me time to unpack my things. I jumped right into my bed I felt just like I was in the sky. I suppose I should think what I should do this weekend. I didn’t need to think about that for a long time and came to a conclusion to go shopping to find an outfit, so I wouldn’t look like a dork on my first day back to school on Monday.
Chapter 3- Dinner
“Jeymee!” screamed my sister.
Oops, I must have fallen asleep on my bed; I jumped off and ran downstairs to meet my sister in the dinning room
“Sorry, I must have fallen asleep.” I blurted out once I saw my sister
“Its fine, I hope you don’t mind Chinese, I didn’t have t

It definitely needs revising. For example, you said "when I saw her but how could I turn down my sister and further more Paris! Also to tell the truth, it was a little lonely being by me at home all the time" twice... You need to clean up your writing a bit. For example, "I thought my jaw fell right off my face" sounds quite awkward and is a bit of a cliched line. You should also rework the dialogue to make it sound more natural and believable. In general, it is an awkward story characterized by a lack of flow.

Romeo and Juliet?

Mar 07, 2008 by ~BEACHBABE~ | Posted in Theater & Acting

In the first 21 lines of this scene(Act 5 Scene 3), Shakespeare portrays Paris in such a way that the audience can't halp but be reminded of Romeo in the first scene of the play. What similarities do you see?



Act 5, Scene 3

SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.

Enter PARIS, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch

PARIS

Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof:
Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along,
Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;
So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,
Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,
But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,
As signal that thou hear'st something approach.
Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.

PAGE

[Aside] I am almost afraid to stand alone
Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.

Retires

PARIS

Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--
O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;--
Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,
Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans:
The obsequies that I for thee will keep
Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.

The Page whistles
The boy gives warning something doth approach.
What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,
To cross my obsequies and true love's rite?
What with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile.

Retires

Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, & c

ROMEO

Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.
Hold, take this letter; early in the morning
See thou deliver it to my lord and father.
Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee,
Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,
And do not interrupt me in my course.
Why I descend into this bed of death,
Is partly to behold my lady's face;
But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger
A precious ring, a ring that I must use
In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:
But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry
In what I further shall intend to do,
By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint
And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs:
The time and my intents are savage-wild,
More fierce and more inexorable far
Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

BALTHASAR

I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.

ROMEO

So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that:
Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow.

BALTHASAR

[Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout:
His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.

Retires

ROMEO

Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!

Opens the tomb

PARIS

This is that banish'd haughty Montague,
That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief,
It is supposed, the fair creature died;
And here is come to do some villanous shame
To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.

Comes forward
Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague!
Can vengeance be pursued further than death?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:
Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.

ROMEO

I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.
Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man;
Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone;
Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,
Put not another sin upon my head,
By urging me to fury: O, be gone!
By heaven, I love thee better than myself;
For I come hither arm'd against myself:
Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say,
A madman's mercy bade thee run away.

PARIS

I do defy thy conjurations,
And apprehend thee for a felon here.

ROMEO

Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!

They fight

PAGE

O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.

Exit

PARIS

O, I am slain!

Falls
If thou be merciful,
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.

Dies

ROMEO

In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.
Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris!
What said my man, when my betossed soul
Did not attend him as we rode? I think
He told me Paris should have married Juliet:
Said he not so? or did I dream it so?
Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,
One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;
A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light.
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.

Laying PARIS in the tomb
How oft when men are at the point of death
Have they been merry! which their keepers call
A lightning before death: O, how may I
Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife!
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
O, what more favour can I do to thee,
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
To sunder his that was thine enemy?
Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous,
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again: here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
Here's to my love!

Drinks
O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.

Dies

Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade

FRIAR LAURENCE

Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night
Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there?

BALTHASAR

Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,
What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light
To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern,
It burneth in the Capel's monument.

BALTHASAR

It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,
One that you love.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Who is it?

BALTHASAR

Romeo.

FRIAR LAURENCE

How long hath he been there?

BALTHASAR

Full half an hour.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Go with me to the vault.

BALTHASAR

I dare not, sir
My master knows not but I am gone hence;
And fearfully did menace me with death,
If I did stay to look on his intents.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Stay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me:
O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.

BALTHASAR

As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
I dreamt my master and another fought,
And that my master slew him.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Romeo!

Advances
Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
The stony entrance of this sepulchre?
What mean these masterless and gory swords
To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?

Enters the tomb
Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too?
And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour
Is guilty of this lamentable chance!
The lady stirs.

JULIET wakes

JULIET

O comfortable friar! where is my lord?
I do remember well where I should be,
And there I am. Where is my Romeo?

Noise within

FRIAR LAURENCE

I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest
Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep:
A greater power than we can contradict
Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.
Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;
And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee
Among a sisterhood of holy nuns:
Stay not to question, for the watch is coming;
Come, go, good Juliet,

Noise again
I dare no longer stay.

JULIET

Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.

Exit FRIAR LAURENCE
What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:
O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop
To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
To make die with a restorative.

Kisses him
Thy lips are warm.

First Watchman

[Within] Lead, boy: which way?

JULIET

Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!

Snatching ROMEO's dagger
This is thy sheath;

Stabs herself
there rust, and let me die.

Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies

Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS

PAGE

This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.

First Watchman

The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:
Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach.
Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain,
And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,
Who here hath lain these two days buried.
Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets:
Raise up the Montagues: some others search:
We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;
But the true ground of all these piteous woes
We cannot without circumstance descry.

Re-enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR

Second Watchman

Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard.

First Watchman

Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither.

Re-enter others of the Watch, with FRIAR LAURENCE

Third Watchman

Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps:
We took this mattock and this spade from him,
As he was coming from this churchyard side.

First Watchman

A great suspicion: stay the friar too.

Enter the PRINCE and Attendants

PRINCE

What misadventure is so early up,
That calls our person from our morning's rest?

Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others

CAPULET

What should it be, that they so shriek abroad?

LADY CAPULET

The people in the street cry Romeo,
Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run,
With open outcry toward our monument.

PRINCE

What fear is this which startles in our ears?

First Watchman

Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;
And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,
Warm and new kill'd.

PRINCE

Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.

First Watchman

Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man;
With instruments upon them, fit to open
These dead men's tombs.

CAPULET

O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!
This dagger hath mista'en--for, lo, his house
Is empty on the back of Montague,--
And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom!

LADY CAPULET

O me! this sight of death is as a bell,
That warns my old age to a sepulchre.

Enter MONTAGUE and others

PRINCE

Come, Montague; for thou art early up,
To see thy son and heir more early down.

MONTAGUE

Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;
Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:
What further woe conspires against mine age?

PRINCE

Look, and thou shalt see.

MONTAGUE

O thou untaught! what manners is in this?
To press before thy father to a grave?

PRINCE

Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
Till we can clear these ambiguities,
And know their spring, their head, their
true descent;
And then will I be general of your woes,
And lead you even to death: meantime forbear,
And let mischance be slave to patience.
Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

FRIAR LAURENCE

I am the greatest, able to do least,
Yet most suspected, as the time and place
Doth make against me of this direful murder;
And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
Myself condemned and myself excused.

PRINCE

Then say at once what thou dost know in this.

FRIAR LAURENCE

I will be brief, for my short date of breath
Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;
And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:
I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day
Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death
Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city,
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.
You, to remove that siege of grief from her,
Betroth'd and would have married her perforce
To County Paris: then comes she to me,
And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean
To rid her from this second marriage,
Or in my cell there would she kill herself.
Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,
A sleeping potion; which so took effect
As I intended, for it wrought on her
The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo,
That he should hither come as this dire night,
To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,
Being the time the potion's force should cease.
But he which bore my letter, Friar John,
Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight
Return'd my letter back. Then all alone
At the prefixed hour of her waking,
Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:
But when I came, some minute ere the time
Of her awaking, here untimely lay
The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,
And bear this work of heaven with patience:
But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;
And she, too desperate, would not go with me,
But, as it seems, did violence on herself.
All this I know; and to the marriage
Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this
Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
Be sacrificed, some hour before his time,
Unto the rigour of severest law.

PRINCE

We still have known thee for a holy man.
Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?

BALTHASAR

I brought my master news of Juliet's death;
And then in post he came from Mantua
To this same place, to this same monument.
This letter he early bid me give his father,
And threatened me with death, going in the vault,
I departed not and left him there.

PRINCE

Give me the letter; I will look on it.
Where is the county's page, that raised the watch?
Sirrah, what made your master in this place?

PAGE

He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave;
And bid me stand aloof, and so I did:
Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb;
And by and by my master drew on him;
And then I ran away to call the watch.

PRINCE

This letter doth make good the friar's words,
Their course of love, the tidings of her death:
And here he writes that he did buy a poison
Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!
See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.
And I for winking at your discords too
Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.

CAPULET

O brother Montague, give me thy hand:
This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
Can I demand.

MONTAGUE

But I can give thee more:
For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
That while Verona by that name is known,
There shall no figure at such rate be set
As that of true and faithful Juliet.

CAPULET

As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie;
Poor sacrifices of our enmity!

PRINCE

A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

In the first act, it is Romeo who is out every night grieving for a woman who did not love him (Rosaline); in the last act, it is Paris grieving for Juliet, who didn't love him any more than Rosaline loved Romeo.

What do you think of my storie?

Apr 05, 2009 by AJO | Posted in Books & Authors

What do you guys think of my story? If you hate it please don't post anything, if you hve any ideas or tips i would love if you'd post some, because I'm still working on my outline.









Introduction


“Come on Marisol, hurry up!”
Marisol ran her hand through her long silky black hair as she continued sprinting down the dock. The sun danced on the gray rolling waters, and seagulls squawked as they hovered above the beaches. It was about 9:00, and the cloudless powder blue sky shone radiant against the sunshine.
With Juliana on her shoulders, Kendall scampering at her heels, and Christopher ahead, they dashed along the harbor of Cadiz, not stopping until they reached their alley.
To them, the alley was their own world. Without a mother or a father, they felt like the alley was their home. It was pitch black and narrow, a few trash cans, a canopy of trees above the alley, and home to all kinds of rats and pests. To most people an alley is a dark mysterious place, unknown. Since as long as they could remember, that’s how they felt, with no clue of who they were.
Marisol tied her hair up in a dull crimson ribbon. She looked up at Christopher, her sapphire eyes shining. Christopher pretended not to notice and bent down to stroke Kendall’s soft golden fur. Juliana sat slumped against the alley wall, wrapped up in her dark jade blanket.
The two year olds chestnut hair was tucked under her chin. As Marisol gazed at the innocent freckled face, Juliana’s dark-chocolate eyes cracked open she let out a colossal yawn. Marisol looked at Christopher again. He looked away.
“CHRISTOPHER!” Marisol snapped.
Christopher swung his head around, and clutching his light brunette hair he snapped back,
“NO Marisol! For the last time! NO!”
“Well, Jul-”
“Juliana can deal with it, we grew up on the streets and we’re just fine!”
Marisol sighed and muttered,
“Well, one of us turned out fine. One of us is mental,”
Christopher shot her a glare and bent down to scratch the top of Kendall’s head.
“Why would I want to do this, Marisol?”
Marisol rolled her eyes and picked up Juliana, who started to get squirmmy.
“Are woo guys talking about me?”
She murmured, still half asleep. Silence.
“Or better yet Marisol,” Christopher mumbled.
“Maybe the question should be, why am I going to do this?”
Marisol jumped and screeched,
“Oh Chris! You mean it? You really do? Oh thank you! Thank you thank you! You’re the best brother in the whole-”
“Yeah Yeah,” he interrupted,
“And in five minutes I’ll be the worst,”
The next day, everyone dressed in the best clothes they had- Marisol in a torn lavender throw over with traces of mud and dirt and who-knows-what at the tassels of the dulled dress. Christopher had managed to find some half decent overalls- brown and rough, but half decent- and a dark burgundy shirt with only a few holes. Juliana was wrestled into lacy white clothes that they had found on some wealthy street where you could find coins, clothes and even jewelry lying around on the road, which she kept complaining were scratchy- and beaten up Mary Jane shoes. Kendall- their orphaned mutt they’d found in the dump last month- was wrestled into a carriage and wrapped tightly in a ratty yellow blanket, since they were sure no dogs would be allowed. They weren’t sure how to get in a second class boat, but they were going to have to try. Sun glinted between the clouds in the sky, the boat was tied to the dock, the name Pacifica painted on its side on fancy orange script. Their adventure was starting. Augusta, Georgia. Here they come, or at least, that’s what they thought at the time.


Chapter 1
“What now?” Christopher grumbled. Marisol took a step closer to the boat, and tied her hair up in that dull crimson ribbon she always had with her. “Wait for a bunch of folks to get on,” she whispered. There was some sort of guard--- well maybe that’s not what they called him, but he sure looked like one, --- standing at the entrance way of the ship. He had a thick jaw line, beady eyes, muscular arms, and a large bald head. He was in pretty bad need of a shave. Just then, a group of people walked on to the boat, laughing and talking and handing each other their tickets to pass to the guard. “Play along Chris ok?” Marisol hissed. Marisol dashed up to the guard, Chris following her unenthusiastically. Kendall with Chris, Juliana with Marisol. The guard stopped them short. “Tickets miss?” he grumbled. “Tickets?” Marisol acted as if she’d never heard that word in her life. “Andra said that the children get on free,” Marisol remarked. Chris mumbled, “Who’s Andra?” “Just play along genius, I don’t know!” After two split seconds Marisol was back in acting mode, “You see sir, our parents just went in, them folks, who just walked by, and we, I mean, you can’t, I mean, we can’t, we have a baby and a girl here who can barley even walk,” she pointed to the stroller and to Juliana. “Please sir, our family is

Edit:
The sun danced on the gray rolling waters(,)-NO COMMA and seagulls squawked as they hovered above the beaches. It was about 9:00 (AM OR PM?)(,) NO COMMA and the cloudless powder blue sky SHINED radiant against the sunshine.

It was pitch black and narrow(,) NO COMMA WITH a few trash cans, a canopy of trees above the alley, and A home to all kinds of rats and pests.
Since as long as they could remember, that’s how they felt(,) NO COMMA with no clue of who they were.

The two year oldAPOSTROPHE(')s chestnut hair was tucked under her chin.---WHAT 2 YEAR OLD? WHERE'D SHE COME FROM? As Marisol gazed at the-WHO'S? THE 2 YR OLD'S? innocent freckled face, Juliana’s dark-chocolate eyes cracked open AND she let out a colossal yawn.

Christopher swung his head around(,)-NO COMMA and clutching his light brunette hair he snapped back,

“Are (woo)-YOU? guys talking about me?”

The next day, everyone dressed in the best clothes they had- Marisol in a torn lavender throw over with traces of mud, dirt, and who-knows-what at the tassels of the dulled dress.

((((Juliana was wrestled into lacy white clothes that they had found on some wealthy street where you could find coins, clothes and even jewelry lying around on the road, which she kept complaining were scratchy- and beaten up Mary Jane shoes.))))-RUN-ON SENTENCE

Sun glinted-GLISTENED between the clouds in the sky, the boat was tied to the dock, the name Pacifica painted on its side on fancy orange script.

Marisol took a step closer to the boat(,)NO COMMA and tied her hair up in that dull crimson ribbon she always had with her.

Just then, a group of people walked on to the boat, laughing, talking and handing each other their tickets to pass to the guard.
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OVERALL:
It's kind of confusing in the beginning middle when the conversations start.
EXAMPLE:
CHRISTOPHER!” Marisol snapped.
Christopher swung his head around, and clutching his light brunette hair he snapped back,
“NO Marisol! For the last time! NO!”
“Well, Jul-”
“Juliana can deal with it, we grew up on the streets and we’re just fine!”
Marisol sighed and muttered,
“Well, one of us turned out fine. One of us is mental,”
WHAT ARE THEY FIGHTING ABOUT? TRY TO MAKE IT MORE CLEAR.

YOU ARE A GOOD DESCRIPTIVE WRITER, THOUGH. IS that what this is supposed to be? I like how you describe things in great details. Sorry for writing in caps, but that's how I get you to notice. If I was grading this as a teacher I might give you a 80%-85%

Moving entrance canopy

A neighboring business manufactured this entrance canopy for the new rec. center. They moved it about 4 miles down the road to its location.