Gone with the Wind

the impact because she wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. The car had a sunroof and she was catapulted out of it and over to a street light. She was over fifty feet away from where the car abruptly stopped. The moment my family heard the news that she was gone we all broke down in tears. It didn’t hit me right away; it took a while. But that day changed my family’s life…

very high temperatures and pressures at ground zero, the gaseous residues of the explosion move outward. The result of these high pressures is to create a blast wave traveling several times faster than sound. Pressures generated more than 10 Psi with wind speeds more than 800 km…

attacked by venti, or storm spirits. In the chaotic series of events that follow, they find out that their counselor, Coach Gleeson Hedge, is a satyr, Jason pulls out a magic coin that transforms into a sword, and, to his surprise, can control the winds. They drive the storm spirits away, but they bring Coach Hedge with them. A pegasus pulled chariot lands and Annabeth comes to bring them back to camp. Piper is nervous because she had seen…

myself after each stride. I was a afraid of the sun; afraid of the wind; afraid I would not see the end of the desert; and mostly afraid of dying alone. The perspiration of fear formed and quickly dried on my forehead. I could almost feel adrenaline through my veins. The ground is all I saw. I looked up for a hopeful sign. My first mistake. My eyes met the horizon and an insidious gust of wind. The sun, sands, and chaffing winds blasted me back into the Afghanistan…

the bowl in the chief's hut and felt the cold gust of wind. When I walked out of the hut I was highly disappointed there was no one there. Time here must move faster than I expected, I was hoping it was only a few months had gone by in the time I was home. I walked around trying to find out how long it had been since I left. I walked around and couldn't find anything that told me how long I was gone but just that everyone I had loved was long gone and I was never going to get my old life back. I…

everyone. An American social critic and citizen himself, H. L Mencken, once said, “The average man does not want to be free. He simply wants to be safe.” Articles, situations, movies, and books all demonstrate this distinct moral. Within the novels Gone With the Wind, by Margaret Mitchell, In Cold Blood, written by Truman Capote, the autobiography, The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, by Frederick Douglass himself, and Death of a Salesman, by Arthur Miller, characters, scenes, and…

throwing mud to others in the river and digging up asphalt as they ride, skimming across the streets in inhuman speed. The rain fastly approaches the vulnerable children as they watch the first drops shudder on the ground, shaking from the merciless wind that sweeps the trees and hats off of teens. The school rings the bell, although most have left already, their hands aching from pencil work. Some blast music as the storm grows stronger, while others quiver and hide. The thunder blasts a…

When the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses all tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men, and the view of the ripe hills blotted by the talking wires, where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone. And what is it to say goodbye to the swift and the hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival.”(Norton 299) He wanted this to be an eye opener, so that man could see how the effects were not just effecting himself but how…

stanzas. There are five tercets and a conclusion as a quatrain. The first and third lines of the villanelle rhyme and are repeated in every tercet as well as being the final two lines of the quatrain. This specific poem repeats the lines “They are all gone away” (1), and “There is nothing more to say” (3). These lines are very important, and although they stay the same throughout, their meaning is dependent on which stanza they are found within. The repeated lines are analogous of…

Susan Griffin wrote: “He says that women speak with nature. That wind blows in her ears and trees whisper to her” (14). While the sentiment is beautiful, the dichotomous thinking in patriarchal society that sets up binary separations of male/female and culture/nature along with assumption that women are inherently closer to nature informs these lines, and as Griffin says, this “notion is not intended as a compliment” because “the idea … is an argument for the dominion of men” (Griffin 10). This…