Marcus thought the day couldn’t get worse. He woke up to the annoying sound of his alarm clock. He was still in his clothes from yesterday. The time is 8:15, and the bus to work leaves at 8:30. He rushed out of bed and started to get ready. Luckily, he found a clean pair of work clothes. When he was finished getting ready, he grabbed everything he needed for work and ran out of the door.
New York City was its normal self. People rushing to work and cars honking at each other. The smell of fresh coffee reminded Marcus that he didn’t have breakfast. So he quickly bought coffee and a muffin. As he was running, he gobbled up the muffin and drank the coffee as fast as he can.
Marcus looked at his watch and realized that he had plenty of time to get to the bus stop, so he started walking. While walking to the bus stop, a boy across the street
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“Yes, but we have to hurry.” The boy got up and ran into an alley. Without hesitation, Marcus followed him.
After running through what felt like a maze, Marcus can hear the sound of cars and people. After one last turn, he saw New York City. They both started to run towards the light and sound of New York. Marcus can hear the crumbling sound of the ground falling right behind him. He could see the ground in front of him full starting to crumble and parts of it falling into an abyss, leaving a gap between him and New York. Marcus knew he had to jump. With every part of his might, Marcus leaped as far as he could and tumbled on the other side.
Marcus has been never so excited to see New York City again. It was nighttime on Friday, so the place was crowded with people. He turned to thank the boy, but the alley and he disappeared. With all the surrounding people, it was going to be impossible to find him. So he started walking back to his apartment.
When he got there, he put all of his things away and got ready to go to bed. He flopped on his bed and fell asleep
Montag collects himself enough to start walking towards the city as he represses all those memories of despair and hurt. He takes one last look behind him to fully release all that has happened. He then begins to run to the wondrous city. Montag feels an intense force go through his body as he crosses the mysterious, cloudy vortex. All around him are people who are radiating with delight, naiveness, and innocence. He looks to the left and pauses,
Being ‘lost’ in the city as a young child, initiated Michaels sense of comfort amongst the chaos and tall buildings. Repetition of “running away” from home, indicates his desperation to escape his discontentment; his desired fulfilment can only be satisfied in the city. Conversely, his parents personify the city as a foreign place “Alien city eyes,” somewhat surreal and unexplainable in comparison to the comfort of their suburban home. Despite this lack of understanding between mother and son, she unwillingly accepts the drug soaked city, as his place of true satisfaction, “I released him into the darkness where he belongs,” infers his wild, untameable nature, as the city has taken away his child-like innocence. However, Dawson expresses Michael’s liberation from the city that to his mother, is tainted by danger and the unknown. Thus, connection to place is personal, the urge to assimilate in a particular place can influence the subconscious mind to see morality in indecent
got to the van, he opened the doors at the back and went in to change
himself lay in the bed… Then we noticed that in the second pillow was the
The speaker’s connection to the tropics has influenced his perspective on New York. Also he had a negative emotion towards New York because going there it was not what he was use too. So when he’s there in New York he feels like he is exclude from the place. New York is the complete opposite of what the author is According to McKay “A wave of longing through my body swept, and, hungry for the old, familiar ways I turned aside and bowed my head and wept,” He lives New York but still feels like an
Colson Whitehead explores this grand and complex city in his collection of essays The Colossus of New York. Whitehead writes about essential elements to New York life. His essays depict the city limits and everyday moments such as the morning and the subway, where “it is hard to escape the suspicion that your train just left... and if you had acted differently everything would be better” (“Subway” 49). Other essays are about more once in a while moments such as going to Central Park or the Port Authority. These divisions are subjective to each person. Some people come to New York and “after the long ride and the tiny brutalities... they enter the Port Authority,” but for others the Port Authority is a stop in their daily commute (“The Port Authority” 22).Nonetheless, each moment is a part of everyone’s life at some point. Many people live these moments together, experiencing similar situations. We have all been in the middle of that “where ...
Certain themes present themselves throughout Charles Dickens’ famous novel, A Tale of Two Cities. These themes of love, good versus evil, and the class of upper and lower classes permeate the entire book. However, one such theme stands out. The theme of redemption also manifests itself in every part of the novel. Redemption and resurrection attract the reader’s attention because of the obvious biblical parallels. Dickens writes these themes into A Tale of Two Cities for this exact reason. In exploring right vs. wrong, he gave his audience a cause worth dying for, and characters who would. These characters, while flawed, still represent a very biblical worldview. Sydney Carton, specifically, dies to redeem himself, to further his cause, and to give their life for the one he loves. However, Dickens alludes to the theme of redemption throughout his novel. Using various literary devices like foreshadowing, and allusion, and through the character of Sydney Carton, he drives home his point.
We were supposed to meet on the Brooklyn Bridge at 11 pm. We had only been New York for 12 hours and the plan had already turned into a disaster. The night was cool and dark, stars like pinpricks in a black blanket of sky. Traffic noise was the only thing I could hear besides the relentless pounding of my heart. Something had happened; I grappled for my phone and frantically tried calling him and texting him, trying to get a hold of him in any way I could. Mason looked up from his usual disguise of reading the newspaper and raised his eyebrows. Then I saw him realize; Leo was gone. The love of my life had disappeared.
The school looked so different empty. He dragged himself and his backpack to the back of the bus. It was dead silent with everyone’s eyes on him. There was barely anyone there, and he didn’t know anyone. No more than a minute later of sitting there, he heard someone. “Hey, new kid,” the voice said as he looked up. Before Paul managed to tell her that he wasn’t new, The large bus driver shouted at her to sit down as the bus jerked forward.
Were walking in the hot summer heat of July in Times Square. I’m exhausted, after cramming myself inside a rush-hour subway for 30 minutes and taking a 45 minute ferry to the Statue of Liberty my parents still wanted to go to Times Square. I reminded myself that vacation was meant to be fun and relaxing, so I told myself to “get over it”. As we're making our way through the tourist trap of the city I notice a very brightly lit building with a full clear-glass structure, that read “M&M”S World”. I jumped, M&M’’s was my favorite candy and I was already intrigued by the structures unique color combination across the outside of the building. My and I walked in and were awed by the displays of red, white, blue, green, and every color imaginable.
“Fuck my life!” I scream off the rooftop and into the city. No one seems to hear though. They all just keep going about their business. That’s the thing about New York City—it stops for no one. That’s what I liked about it. The city didn’t care if you ran a gang, or if you consumed a thousand kinds of drugs each day—life went on.
Every day John travels into London but today was going to be a very different day he was flying to New York on a business trip to a meeting with all the top doctors in the world. The alarm did not go off and he overslept, he missed his train to the airport and had to get a later flight. As he settled into his seat on the Jumbo, the airhostess offered him a large black coffee. He read the papers and then closed his eyes. This afternoon was going to be the first meeting and he didn’t want to be tired.
Upon arrival into the jungle of vast buildings, the first thing noticed is the mobbed streets filled with taxi cabs and cars going to and fro in numerous directions, with the scent of exhaust surfing through the air. As you progress deeper into the inner city and exit your vehicle, the aroma of the many restaurants passes through your nostrils and gives you a craving for a ?NY Hot Dog? sold by the street venders on the corner calling out your name. As you continue your journey you are passed by the ongoing flow of pedestrians talking on their cell phones and drinking a Starbucks while enjoying the city. The constant commotion of conversing voices rage up and down the streets as someone calls for a fast taxi. A mixed sound of various music styles all band together to form one wild tune.
Getting prepared and ready to explore something new is just minor compared to the actual adventure for a senior anticipating the departure of their school trip. I was a member along with 30 other classmates of the co-curricular group called Business Professionals of America, a club organized through our school. Our teachers, club officers, and all of the members had been planning and fundraising for our trip to New York City for months. The excitement grew more and more as each day got closer to take off. All of us were anixious to see The Empire State Building, "Ground Zero," a Broadway play, and the spectacular views of gorgeous ocean sunsets. We had all been told and were aware of the different surroundings of the environment, or culture we would be experiencing when we arrived. Different cultures are common throughout the world, even in different places around the United States. Going on a trip to explore New York City really made the differences in cultures aware to me.
Tom stared at the paper for a few seconds, dumbfounded. A thousand thoughts went through his mind. What is going on? Why was she planning to do this? He look quickly at his watch. It was 9:50. Tom grabbed his coat and left his apartment.