Shear wall

He has seven days to make this wall. The media says it’s impossible, but nothing has ever stood in the way of Rock Ronnie. He begins each day by creating two layers around Texas. By the fifth day that job is done however, he soon realizes that the hurricane will just go right over the wall so he must make a dome shape. Ronnie is exhausted and wishes he could just lie down for a minute, but he knows what he must…

grew up watching my parents renovating house on their own, with a few visits to Home Depot now and then. They did wall paper in the living room, my mother picked bathroom tiles and my father installed it in 3 weeks of time, and my mother picked out a dishwasher to replace an old one and my father read instruction and did it in 1 weekend. So how bad can it be? The partitioning of wall was ok, the place is newly painted. Kitchen looks old and window/drapery is ancient but we can take care of it. …

the window, was a dark shape moving looming over him. Joe opened his mouth to scream when the shape suddenly spoke. “Wait!” it said. “Please don’t scream! I promise I won’t hurt you.” “Wh-who a-are you?” he stuttered, scrambling back towards the wall. “My name’s Luster. I’m your shadow. I’m sorry for frightening you earlier. I’ve been trying to decide whether to speak to your or not,” explained Luster. “Why? What do you want with me?” Joe asked, feeling less…

I bolted upright in my bed. My eyes were the size of gumballs as I stared at my Toni Braxton poster that hung on my dark purple wall. I took deep breaths and my heart rate slowed and I laid back down in my bed. As soon as my head made contact with my unfluffed pillow with a blue pillowcase on it, my alarm echoed. I threw my alarm clock at the wall knocking down an old frame that I forgot was apart of my decor. I then knew that was my cue to start getting ready for my day. I completed my…

The Wall in the Handmaid's Tale is built right next to the church where they are both as old as a hundred years or more. The wall has sentries that will rip through anyone that tries to climb over and barbed wire on top if anyone even gets close. However, there are bodies hanging on the wall by their necks and their hands tied behind them. Atwood writes, “Sometimes, they’ll be there for days, until there’s a new batch, so as many people as possible will have the chance to see them” (Atwood 32)…

something for me, or else I going to be in big trouble." Once I heard that I took off in the other direction to my apartment, but he easily caught up to me, grabbed the collar of my shirt and about choked me. Then he backed me up to the wall and said, "Ok, if you don't want to make your life more interesting then don't." With that he let me go and started walking away. I stood there for a minute or two then took off after him. I caught up to him and we walked in silence for a…

Zev. “Good Neighbors make Good Fences: Frost's 'Mending Wall'”. Philosophy and Literature 21.1 (1997): 114-22 Pro Quest. Web. 1 Oct. 2015. The poem by Robert Frost “Mending Wall” is a poem about two neighbors getting together every spring to repair the wall separating their property. Robert Frost “Mending Wall” is one of those poems that gets one to think. There are two neighbors in this poem that meet at the same time each year along the wall. There is a purpose to the fence in this poem…

The knocks at the door were swift and abrupt as the banged agents the roman style house. And when the slab of wood was pulled out of the way, Feliciano locked eye with angry bright green ones. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Arthur yelled causing the Italian to step back. “As to what are you referring?” Feliciano asked straightening up, knowing full well the implications of his previous actions. “Don’t give me that. You know what I am talking about! These people are dangerous!…

clutter on the floor. Cate’s hand flew to her mouth to stifle her yelp, so she wouldn’t wake Sarah, and steadied herself by placing her hand on the cool walls. However, she recoiled when she felt a wet sensation on the walls. Blond curly hair swung into her face as she whirled around, pulling her hand from the damp wall. “The pipe leak in the wall must have finally seeped through,” she muttered softly to herself, and gingerly stepped out of the room.…

I lied face down on the bed, waiting for the next memory that awaits me. The Giver put his hands on my back. Before I could take breath, I was transported into another memory. I suddenly felt warmer. I was not wearing a shirt, and my pants only touched my knees. I was bare. I wasn’t naked, but it still felt like it was against the rules to be wearing these ridiculous shorts. I look down at my bare feet to see a warm, cool feeling of something on them. The brown, grainy ground stretched for…