Prevailing winds

Land of the Fallen “Bloody Hell!” Richard shrieked violently, his cry echoing to the ends of the uncharted plains. The pain spread throughout his body as quickly as a flame on a sun-dried field. Icy roars of wind bombarded his body from every direction – debris from lifeless shrub prickled at his eyes, dust scratched at his lungs, and eerie sounds thrashed at his ears. His, what thought to be, loyal horse was now no more than a speck moving along the horizon. The settlement was near, but without…

Beginning I have decided to go out to sea, against my parent’s advice. I am going out to sea seeking adventure, instead of the mid-life my father says I shall live. I decided to head out for sea with a companion in his father’s ship. I left without consulting with my mother or my father. I was terribly seasick after a great storm, which the rest thought was the equivalent of nothing. We are in a terrible storm and I’m regretting my past actions I should have stayed home like my father said.…

Battle cries were heard as the Asgardian army led by Thor, trapped the remaining enemies upon a cliff side near the edges of there world. The inferno monsters had nowhere else to go, they would either face them or fall to there deaths below. Although both sides had lost many lives, Thor worried little about the outcome of this final battle. With hammer in hand he charged, lunging his weapon through his enemies. Six stood before him and the edge of the cliff, the monsters were a good eight feet…

Professor Dietz English 112 Collin Habib Inquiry Three Creative Non-Fiction Narrative June 6…

I trudged onward, feeling the numbing cold of the atmosphere intensify with each hurtling step. Every breath I take now is filled with the icy air of my heart. It pains me so much as the ridgid air spreads the cold blood throughout my veins. The cold in my heart blurs my vision, rimming everything in red. Seconds later, I heard a gunshot whiz past my ear, before more started to follow, thick like winter hail. I dreadfully turned around, seeing a group of hooded creatures accelerating towards me…

Within the passed few days multiple, treacherous and seemingly never ending winter storms made there way through New England. All the snow sparked hibernation but also curiosity within me. I have noticed through out the last week that even the most experienced with snow are sent into frenzy at the sight of a single snowflake. Rhode Island, although small has a huge stereotype of freaking out the second someone says “snow”, but in a very strange way. With every storm whether it be hurricane…

In the aftermath of the infamous and deadly EF5 tornado that struck Moore, Oklahoma in May of 2013, people began to wonder why there is no requirement for schools to be built with tornado shelters, especially in a state known to be in the heart of Tornado Alley. There are varying arguments on the need, or lack thereof, for tornado shelters in schools. Some say that the likelihood of another tornado of this magnitude striking during the school hours is small because most tornados strike between…

First and foremost, in the novel “The Boy Who Harnessed The Wind”, the author Kamkwamba portrays the significance of chasing your dream. In the text, it said, “If I could somehow get the wind to spin the blades on a windmill and rotate the magnets in a dynamo, I could create electricity. And if I attached a wire to the dynamo, I could power anything, especially a lightbulb. All I needed was a windmill and I could have lights.” (Kamkwamba, 149). William was in despair after he had to drop out of…

As I first started reading "Before The Storm" I initially thought this story was going to be cut and dry. It started with two intoxicated people meeting in a bar. I pictured what you could probably see at any of your local bars. The author then began making references to comparing the encounter to a storm. It was then I started to get a poetic and deeper meaning to the story I was reading. The title then seemed very appropriate to me. Comparing a storm to an intoxicated experience can be very…

He ran at top speed. It was bounding behind him. The world shook as if an earthquake was having a spasm. The grass below his shoes crunched as the wind blew by his face. He was the only hope. If he gave up, then he would be surrendering the world to the devil. The field seemed to extend forth to the end of existence as he was chased. It would never stop. It never got tired. It had been an ambush. It looked like a small disturbance, something that he could easily take care of. One or two, too…