Fog clung to the streets suffocating everything in a blanket of grey mist. The streets were dark and damp and the houses were crammed tightly into rows. It was eerily silent. A large black car drove through the fog, disappearing into the distance. The once green grass was crunchy, grey and dead. There were no trees, animals or laughter. Marley Johnson opened the door of the taxi and stepped out onto the footpath. "That will be $45, thanks darl," the taxi driver said loudly. Marley looked around to make sure no one had heard him, then handed the man the correct amount of money. As the car drove around the corner Marley heard someone breathing behind her. She quickly turned around, then gasped in surprise as a pair of hands clamped over her mouth …show more content…
Once the car had gone they sprinted across the road, towards a large house. It towered above every other house in the street. As they approached it her captor knocked on the door three times. The door opened. They walked inside; the door locking itself after they had entered. A shadow came towards her and stepped into the fading light; revealing a girl who looked about Marley's age. "Why are you here" she whispered faintly holding a knife towards Marley's neck. " I was told to come here by one of my friends" Marley replied. "Do you know who this is?" she asked showing a photo of a bald man. Marley shook her head. Her captor put the knife back into the pocket of her hoodie, then hugged Marley tightly. "I'm Indie Harris by the way" she exclaimed, "come meet Mrs Taylor, she will be so excited to have another guest" Marley followed her up some creaky stairs to a bedroom; Indie knocked on the door then opened it. Marley gasped audibly as an old woman stared at her from the corner of the room. The old woman was missing her right eye and her face was severely burnt, blood was dripping down her face onto her already stained
Filban said the home had a yard that was overgrown. “The trees and bushes were overgrown, and the house was dark,” Filban said. “And the windows were covered.” She and her sister slept in the front bedroom of the house. She remembers the bedroom having a large, floor-to-ceiling window. She said you could look out and see the wra...
The "Fog" reveals, illuminates, widens, and intensifies; it gives sight. There is a pleasing poetic irony in Clampitt’s ability to render so present to the mind’s eye precisely what the eyes themselves cannot see at all. " A vagueness comes over everything, / as though proving color and contour / alike dispensable" (Clampitt 610). As things disappear, "the lighthouse extinct, / the islands’ spruce-tips drunk up like milk in the universal emulsion; / houses reverting into the lost and forgotten," the experience of the vanishing develops (610).
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The buildings appear to be glued together, mostly small houses and apartment blocks that look nervous. There is murky snow spread out like a carpet. There is concrete, empty hat stand trees, and grey hair.” (pg. 27)
At the same time: Snap-Whoosh-Growl-Snap-Whoosh-Growl! Return with a fierceness, causing the rest of the men to separate into two groups with some moving to the left in search of the origin of the beastly sounds and the others moving to the right, combining their numbers with those searching for their missing brethren, while Gottlieb stays behind.
I knew it would happen. As much as I tried to stay optimistic, to put off my feelings of suspicion to an old man's negativity, I knew that this case would cost me something more than just my reputation in the town and that didn't even really matter. In Maycomb, reputation is a day by day concept. Sure, we have more than enough of our fair share of immovable gossipers, and drama kings and queens looking for a story to spread. But in everyone's own mind, if you did something stupid, immoral, or just mildly humorous or entertaining, it was the talk of the town and you were judged terribly for a few days, a few weeks tops. Then the whispers, and glances faded to conversations over coffee, and deep inside jokes. My reputation didn't bother me one bit.
cold, harsh, wintry days, when my brothers and sister and I trudged home from school burdened down by the silence and frigidity of our long trek from the main road, down the hill to our shabby-looking house. More rundown than any of our classmates’ houses. In winter my mother’s riotous flowers would be absent, and the shack stood revealed for what it was. A gray, decaying...
No one has figured out how I was involved in Laura's death. It's 10:51 pm as I try to fall asleep while the image of the night Laura died keeps entering my mind. After two weeks, they still believe she hitchhiked out of town. The reality of the situation hasn’t hit me yet. My sister killed herself. Watching Laura hang herself was like watching a car crash. I couldn’t look away, but at the same time, I felt paralysed.
The Life of Bob Marley While reading Catch a Fire I discovered many things about Bob Marley and his spiritual influence on the world. Not only just making records, Marley spoke to his people through his songs and took advantage of the opportunities given to him as a musician. Born on February 6, 1945, Robert Nesta Marley grew up in a small village in Jamaica called Nine Miles, where he would shape his personality and early beliefs. His father Norval Marley, a white Jamaican and a Captain in the Army, would also become inspirational to young Bob. When Bob was only 16 he produced his first record in Kingston, and in 1963 the original Wailers were formed, a group consisting of Bob Marley, Bunny Livingstone and Peter Tosh.
This darkness brings out the situation of the uncertainty that lay in the streets of London. The true picture of what lay in the waiting is symbolized by the darkness brought about by the fog such that the individuals are threatened to walk in such streets. This is why the streets are presented as empty without people who have the ability to bring the liveliness that is characteristic of the city life. The gossip about the creature that is out there to cause harm to the people plays a role in bringing out the streets of London as frightening places that many would dread to walk on. The setting has been used by the author to show the changes that happens in the scenes.
Kits initial reaction to Hannah was fearful and hesitant. When Kit first saw Hannah Kit was \ was crying and looked up and saw an old lady with an ghastly appearance and a
Gasping. Fresh air fills your chest. Scaldingly cold. Opening your eyes, a blinding white room occupies your vision. Again. A profluent voice issues into your head, “You have been revived by your loving government. You have experienced a near death experience. Please remember than intentional deletion is not permitted in Australia. If you wish to be deleted, please present your application to a local branch.” Slowly, you heave your new body off a coroner’s table. The world sways slightly. Fixer drugs do that to you. Wandering through a hallway filled with debris, you reach the high arcing front door. Barely impressive anymore, you pass under the crumbling masonry without a second glance. On the street, the soft cascades of a thousand footfalls
Paleness rushes over Janine’s body as she stands there; her face looking as if she seen a ghost. With no hesitation, she slowly shuts the door. The women knocks again, but this time Janine doesn’t answer. “What are you doing here? Go away!” Janine says.
I slowly trudged up the road towards the farm. The country road was dusty, and quiet except for the occasional passing vehicle. Only the clear, burbling sound of a wren’s birdsong sporadically broke the boredom. A faded sign flapped lethargically against the gate. On it, a big black and white cow stood over the words “Bent Rail Farm”. The sign needed fresh paint, and one of its hinges was broken. Suddenly, the distant roar of an engine shattered the stillness of that Friday afternoon. Big tires speeding over gravel pelted small stones in all directions. The truck stopped in front of the red-brick farmhouse with the green door and shutters. It was the large milking truck that stopped by every Friday afternoon. I leisurely passed by fields of corn, wheat, barley, and strawberries. The fields stretched from the gradient hills to the snowy mountains. The blasting wind blew like a bellowing blizzard. A river cut through the hilly panorama. The river ubiquitously flowed from tranquil to tempestuous water. Raging river rapids rushed recklessly into rocks ricocheting and rebounding relentlessly through this rigorous river. Leaves danced with the wind as I looked around the valley. The sun was trapped by smoky, and soggy clouds.
Bob Marley is the most well-known Reggae musician. He did many great things throughout his life. Bob Marley had messages in his song lyrics and did whatever it took for them to be heard. He also helped and inspired many of his fans, as well as his family. He was also one of the few people that helped start a new genre of music and a new band that sang it. Bob’s songs, and the story behind them, is what effected society. Bob Marley had a tough life but he still managed to become one of the most famous musicians ever. Bob Marley was an idol to many people because of the messages he expressed through his songs and how he did whatever it took to get those messages out, the fact that his songs helped people, and how he helped start a new genre of music.