Wind farm

"Sometimes the World is Cruel" is a very interesting subject because honestly the earth is very cruel. The author writes about how hurricanes only wreck poor countries. For instance hurricanes don't hit the rich places but they hit places like Haiti. Waves are extremely powerful and take out houses and other important things. It always seem like the weather hits at the most inconvenient times. First off, We didn't get a lick of rain all summer long. When something very important came up like…

Everything was silent. The only noise you could hear was the wind whistling and the sound of raindrops crashing down on the window. The night sky was black as ink, there was not a single star to be seen and there he was standing in the dark all alone watching the atmosphere change ferociously. The howling of the wind grew louder every minute. The raindrops grew larger. It was wet, dark, humid and scary. Mo saw the destruction of the Earth occur right beneath his eyes. Then all of a suddenthe…

Empty Today was a sunny autumn day. The birds were singing, and the wind was blowing through the leaves. Marcus and his parents had just moved into an old farmhouse on several acres of secluded land. After a couple of months of living there, Marcus had started to notice odd things, like the flickering of the lights, shadows walking out the corner of his eye, and sometimes even objects moving. Marcus tried telling his parents, but they didn’t believe him. There were no electrical issues because…

I’m standing at the edge of the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. I look out across the vast cavern catching glimpses of the Colorado River twisting through red striped spires. The southern sun beats down on the back of my neck, but my arms have goosebumps on them. I try to turn my gaze to my family behind me, but I can’t tear my eyes away from the view. I’m frozen in awe at the world around me. I’m picking my way across one of the rocky beaches that makes up the coastline of Maine. The rounded…

New Mexico A cold torrent of wind hit me with such force that it seemed to go right through my bones. It was already freezing outside, but the goose bumps that covered every inch of my body after seeing such a breathtaking view made it seem much colder. Cloudcroft is a small mountain town in New Mexico and the kind of place that you would see on a post card. It continues to look and feel perfect year round. There are large looming trees that seem as tall as skyscrapers and mountains with snow…

You hear many sounds throughout the day. In the morning, the sound of your toaster, when your pop tarts are ready. At night, when your floor squeaks when you go to the bathroom. There are many noises throughout your day. The poem “Atoms of Sound” is about everyday noises are what form your days and nights. Throughout your day you hear many noises. The television turned up; chitchat on the telephone (lines 9-10). You can also hear your dogs. Their long claws clicking on the floor (lines 4-5).…

It was the next day, Bart wakes up to his family beside him, he walks outside to get some fresh air. But the moment he walks out he notices cars are everywhere it's beyond the damage he saw coming he is very afraid, worried that his home is probably in nothing but debris. He goes back to his family and begins to explain to them what is happening and what could be happening. He said that this had to be the biggest hurricane that had ever hit Japan in his lifetime, he feared for the lives of many…

Parasailing in Cape Cod “Next group get ready,” said the boat driver. The first group dipped their feet in the water. They were almost done with their turn and Joe, Mia and I were going up any minute. We had just got strapped into the harnesses. My heart was racing with excitement. The driver asked the other passengers to scoot down to make room for the for the others to sit, while Joe, Mia and I got onto the platform. The instructor hooked our harnesses onto the huge purple and yellow…

through the surrounding foliage. I gaze upon the towering trees around me, noting that the mottled skin of their branches bear a pleasant resemblance to my own flesh; the burn scars which race up and down my whole body a constant reminder of my task. The wind begins to pick up and I am left without my sense of smell to aid me with my passage through the forest. I try, fruitlessly, to pick up a scent from the undergrowth, however, I discover to my disliking, human scat, which does point me in the…

it out. Their home had been in bad shape for a while, but it had finally gave out. Luna Smith was a hardworking waitress in the minuscule town of Empire, Michigan. Her husband, Daniel Smith, works at the Empire Hops Farm. With the population only being about 375 people, the hops farm employed many of the residents. Empire is in the heart of the Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore. The family absolutely loved to be here because of the verdant timber and the glorious sapphire inland seas. The…