The air was gunky. Every breath felt as if I had just inhaled two packs of cigarettes. There was noise all around me, people growing impatient from the long hours of waiting. Finally, my name was called out. As I walked down the long corridor towards the double doors I had an uneasy feeling about the verdict.…
Brother Jonathan 's Lament for Sister Caroline (Poem) In the first stanza, it can be observed that “pride” in first line rhymes with “side” in the second line, and “glow” in the third line rhymes with “foe” in the fourth line. In addition, there are many examples of alliteration observed. “Passion” and “pride” in the first line, “stormy” and “sister” in the second line, “from” and “firmament” in the third line, and “face” and “foe” in the last line are all examples of alliteration in the first stanza.…
July-Day 18 I can barely pull myself out of bed today, it's cold outside the blankets that have kept me safe since my descent to dreamland where I have been since 6:30 PM. I've slept for 12 hours and I want to keep sleeping. I want to stay in bed where nothing happens to any extremes. I dreamt of lighthouses and the light it casts out over the clear blue gulf sending a signal of safety to those passing by. I wonder about all the things that are like lighthouses to me.…
The adrenaline was pumping through my veins and I couldn’t stop despite the fact that my lungs felt as if there were icy shards lodged in my chest. Haunted figures of the men that destroyed my life as I knew it flashed before my eyes as I lept over crates and pushed down trash cans behind me, my path marked by a riddled maze of rotted food and old possessions. The tears in my eyes were no longer tears,but streaks of moisture…
Nuclear energy has been increasingly discussed as an alternative to fossil fuels because we already have most of the infrastructure in place, it is relatively safe when compared to other fossil fuels, and the fuel source is readily available. However, many people are more hesitant when it comes to nuclear, from seeing it as a temporary fix, to a horrible idea that should never happen. In this article ‘Left in the Dust: Uranium’s Legacy and Victims of Mill Tailings Exposure in Monticello, Utah,” by Stephanie Malin and Peggy Petrzelka, they explored some of the reasons that many are apprehensive towards the development of nuclear energy, specifically with the health impacts and environmental injustices made evident to the surrounding rural communities.…
On the south there was blue sky, golden sunlight and tranquility; on the north, there was a menacing curtain of boiling black dust that appeared to reach a thousand or more feet into the air. It had the appearance of a mammoth waterfall in reverse – color as well as form. The apex of the cloud was plumed and curling, seething and tumbling over itself from north to south and whipping trash, papers, sticks, and cardboard cartons before it. Even the birds were helpless in the turbulent onslaught and dipped and dived without benefit of wings as the wind propelled them. As the wall of dust and sand struck our house the sun was instantly blotted out completely.…
Prologue The enigmatic sky was as black as tar, rain fell heavily across the pessimistic city from swirling grey clouds. Blue flashes of lightning struck the tops of towering derelict skyscrapers. Hundreds and thousands of buildings jumbled together in a massive multitude of disarray. Deep in the crevices of the city, in a small dark alley stood two figures, watching each other in contemplative silence.…
The last vestiges of fall had passed and only brown, shriveled leaves remained on the sidewalk. Trees appeared naked, shivering without their blanket of color. Cold air blew through their skinny, lifeless branches, tossing the trees around as though they were mere sticks rather than giants. She shuddered as the chilly wind kissed her brow, leaving a wretched disease of ice and sorrow in its wake. Within this wintry prison there was no joy, there was no warmth, and, above all, there was no diversity.…
The air was crisp; dew dripped off of the freshly mowed lawn. A slight breeze swung me softly side to side. There I was, on the ragged concrete steps, leaning morosely aside the brick pillar. It was a beautiful day, but the atmosphere surrounding me was miserable. Impatiently tapping my foot, I looked up and down the street to see if my friends were near.…
Outside, the city had become a shapeless, billowing cloud with no edge behind it, while the town itself seemed to have molded and crumbled, like my insides. The wind was sharp against my face as I sprinted through the parkland. Families lying under trees and patches of green blurred my vision. The sky was a concrete grey, and I could see trees and steep hills which faded into the skyline with the rest of the world.…
The swift breeze swept through the city collecting dust as it ventured its journey. The town doesn't have a formal name, it's mostly referred to as a ghost town. Everyone who's ever been there has always felt very empty, emotionally, physically and mentally. They always return with stories of severe depression and anxiety, mostly due to the fact that they spent a whole week without any human contact. It became a competition, who could stay the longest, who could last the longest without family, friends, media, news, and plain contact with anyone else but yourself.…
Superior writers use a vast number of well-used elements. It is key to use exceptional elements if you thrive to be a great writer. An example of a writer with higher-level elements is Ray Bradbury. Bradbury has a famous short story called "The Pedestrian. "…
Superior writers use a vast number of well-used elements. It is key to use exceptional elements if you thrive to be a great writer. An example of a writer with higher-level elements is Ray Bradbury. Bradbury has a famous short story called "The Pedestrian. "…
Flannery O’Connor and Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie both have extremely distinct stories. Their stories detail experiences that the normal person would never encounter in his/her lifetime. Their stories often use specific settings to support the action. The setting combined with the action help shape the meaning of the entire story. Both authors often uses the setting as foreshadowing the action to come in the stories.…
The Bluebeard Twist The crisp bite of winter air blew down the dim oil lit streets of a little called Berkenshire. As the night rolled on, frozen ice pellets were bouncing off of every thatched roof. The wind whistled eerily through this sleepy town. There was a mounting heaviness hanging in the air.…