Yellow brick road

So carefully, after waiting until I knew Ma wasn’t going to wake up, I crept outside into the winter air that was as cold yet placid, and began to walk to the harbor. Walking along the main street that lead straight to where the Sons of Liberty, and my Pa, were gathering before going to the harbor. The location was unknown to anyone outside of the Sons of Liberty, but Pa had spoken to a fellow Son of Liberty and I just happened to hear every word, including the location of the meeting. It…

The brisk trek through rough wilderness had taken its toll on the portly fog of a man. Now wheezing, he bowed low to prop up his arching frame on a knee high boulder on the side of the path. He watched with passive intrigue as giant sweat droplets fell to earth. Each one making a crater in the previously undisturbed soil carpeting the seldom used trail leading up to the Burbank overlook. He wanted nothing more than to feel the wind blow across his puffy face when he got to the top. He could…

Dozer All I see as I stretch my neck just enough for my eyes to peer out of the car door window, is the blur of the pavement morphing together with the trees and bushes that stretch far beyond the side of the road. When I turn my head to look back inside of the car, I first see my mom and dad. They are holding hands and smiling as my dad is driving and my mom is sitting beside him in the passenger seat. My brother and sister occupy the two seats directly behind them,and that leaves me,the…

The traffic is horrifying in Chicago, so it makes sense for some people to have a little road rage or in Milskys case a little too much road rage. People swearing, cursing at each other out the windows of their cars on the road at 9 in the morning. Even though no one’s at fault because no one can control traffic. The better option is to leave the house earlier, but these people along with Milsky choose not to. What people don’t realize in that moment is the feelings of others. They don’t…

Fortson, he steered his vehicle onto the left shoulder of the road. Just prior to coming to a complete stop, he noticed the camper/trailer approaching his vehicle from the rear. In response, he quickly accelerated his vehicle and attempted to pull it back onto the roadway just as the trailer came into contact with…

protracts the torment of men” (Nietzsche 45). The Road is set in a post-apocalyptic “grey world” where the last remnants of humanity fade away into oblivion. This world is literally “dead”(%^%), life as we know it is over and civilisation is beyond saving. To complicate the situation, however, McCarthy infuses hope into this dystopian world. This creates an illusion of hope where in fact, there is none for the characters in the book. In The Road, Cormac McCarthy uses the love the man and woman…

carry massive loads of a company's products and transport it to various facilities. This includes semi-trucks, delivery vehicles and vans, ambulances, fire trucks and other employee owned vehicles that are under a company’s name. When is comes to the road and being safe the best thing you could do is pay close attention and be aware of all of your surroundings. Following the…

The Road: Sympathy in a World that Offers None Cormac McCarthy’s novel The Road is a tale of a father and son’s journey of survival in a post-apocalyptic holocaust world full of marauders and cannibals. The father’s animalistic behavior throughout the novel reflect the intentions of most of the society around them, while the son represents sympathy in a world that has no more to offer. In The Road, whenever the father and son encounter others on their journey the boy shows more sympathy…

When I come into school in morning my friends more than often greet me by asking "How were the woods?". Maybe on occasion people get this greeting, but I think I found this to be a from a unique quirk I have. The outdoors has become the place of my pastimes, the place I think, and a place I frequent. I could be backpacking, Nordic skiing, trail running, spending a night, or just a short hike, but I do this activities almost everyday, just as part of my routine. I get drawn to the outdoors…

While most people had a great first day of school, a distracted driver hit a teacher from Glen Ames Senior Public School. Emily Hartly was hit on September 8th, 2015, around 5pm in front of Williamson Road Public School, the school beside Glen Ames. Emily Hartly had been heading home when James Mallen hit her. He had been texting on his phone, speeding, and ignoring the stop sign. Kathryn Limmel, the witness, has stated that Emily Hartly had been listening to music with earphones and was most…