As the first strong and familiar rays of light rose from the jagged and harsh landscape, the Warden could feel a tinge of pleasure in her exhausted body. ‘Today is something great for the Walker family’, she thought to herself. The silhouette of the two figures in a hole could be seen by the onlookers as they suddenly started losing their patience. The extensive silence broke as an ute speeding towards them while leaving a cloud of sandy dust behind them. The Warden’s heart missed a beat as she knew the accustomed vehicle could bring disaster to her plans!
‘Hand it over, you lunatics!’ sharply murmured the Warden with her eyes bulging.
Zero and Stanley, about to collapse, looked blank faced at the Warden. The Warden twisted her head and
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‘Hand the child back over, Ms.Walker’ said the lawyer with a slight Mexican accent as she put on a hat to protect from the weary sun. ‘Legally, I am the one in custody of Stanley Yelnats, not you!’ replied the Warden with a bare grin on her face.
The lawyer moved her mouth to speak but suddenly stopped and faced the Attorney General as though she was waiting for him for some sort of reply.
With a bare face, the Attorney spoke ‘Camp Green Lake has now been officially closed with all the juveniles moving to the North Texas faculty due to poor care and lack of commitment’. Warden’s mouth was wide open and her face turned bright white as though something struck her.
‘What’s exactly going on with this suitcase and why are they in a hole?’ the Attorney enounced with his face filled with anger.
The Warden’s face turned red but with a stutter looked down and spoke, ‘Well…these dangerous outlaws robbed my suitcase from my… building’.
Suddenly, multiple ‘swishes’ were heard as the lizards crept off to find their next predator from both Zero and Stanley like a cat being scared by a crow. Slowly, both of them leapt out of the hole with the help of the Mr. Sir and fell flat into the dry
Nature has a powerful way of portraying good vs. bad, which parallels to the same concept intertwined with human nature. In the story “Greasy Lake” by T. Coraghessan Boyle, the author portrays this through the use of a lake by demonstrating its significance and relationship to the characters. At one time, the Greasy Lake was something of beauty and cleanliness, but then came to be the exact opposite. Through his writing, Boyle demonstrates how the setting can be a direct reflection of the characters and the experiences they encounter.
Finally, the awful silence radiated throughout the land. Everyone knew by then, if not before, that any chance for a reprieve was impossible. The young men would die, and the village would be saved. Only the sound of the loud, heavy truck starting its engine gave thought that perhaps this would not be the last carnage, the last sacrifice to this village, or the neighboring villages. Perhaps the big, lumbering truck would forever hold the watchful eyes of those evil enough to order the massacre of innocence.
I experienced a brief moment of clarity while being hustled over. "Wait a second, I'm not actually a detective yet." I said unceremoniously amongst the ensuing disarray.
...ferent person. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was gaping as she spasmodically gasped for air.
“Time’s up! Let me see…” Pacing back and forth with a pressed finger against her lip, she stopped in front of the unlucky first victim. “We’ll start with you, Mr. Evans.”
“Ain't no police around here, Sweetie,” Junior said. The blond's brows wrinkled. She must be a newcomer. Junior explained the situation. “Sheriff's office is gutted, jail's got a revolving door. Only detectives are Staters out of Medford. If we're lucky.” He took a swig of beer. “You can thank Myra Lipton for
“Mom, I can’t sit in that courtroom everyday and watch Marlene go through this. It is hell to sit there, and I can’t take much more time off from work, or they are going to fire me and then what will we do?” Stopping by to see his mother, Jerry said.
Camp Green Lake. A place to build 'character' for juvenile delinquents. As if. Sure, juvenile delinquents are there and they do their time but building character? No way. At Green Lake you would imagine a beautiful Lake with lush green surroundings, and that was once there but now it's all gone. Now all there is, is dry land for miles, a detonation camp full of boys, and a heap of holes. You see, the boys at Camp Green Lake dig a hole every day to build 'character'. 5 foot deep and 5 feet in every direction, no matter how long you were out in the heat for. There's only one rule at Camp Green Lake, don't upset the Warden.
"I do not care that you are my lawyer. You of all people should know I have rights against this kind of treatment."
Sergeant Walls placed himself behind the motel room as a precaution, while Shanks knocked on the door of room 114 with the other officers. Shanks noticed a woman looking through the blinds from inside the room and he asked if she would open the door and speak with them, she nodded and closed the blinds. For about two minutes, the officers heard things moving around inside...
My eyes flit back and forth along the conveyor, scouring the endless succession of case after case for the small, black briefcase – but it doesn’t appear. I clench my fists, and I can feel my palms moistening. The seconds are dwindling away, and I can prevent them no more than the tumultuous thud of my heartbeat. I need that case. Right now, I don’t have the luxury of time.
Camping is a fun activity for friends and family, that’s the time where they share their memories, and also make new ones. On the other hand, camping is when people are trying to stay off the rain, and wild animals form attacking them. That’s when camping is a time their lives depends on it. The article “Camping for their lives” by Scott Bransford talk about small and big cities that is over populated with homeless citizens. The article talks about what is happening in the scene, and what they have to face each and everyday order to survive.
She finally managed to get his body into the back of her truck. He had been a fairly good sized boy, and it was a struggle for her. She made sure that it was secure in the back, since the gate didn't always close right. She didn't want any accidental spills in the middle of the road.
... walked into the penitentiary with pride and confidence. Come and get me, you sons-of-bitches!! Just try to take me out! My fear and dread conquered, I was ready for battle.
"Hey, be careful and don't do anything stupid," my dad said to me right before I hopped into Chase Miller's dark blue Chevy S-10 with a camper shell on the back. I looked at Chase and Tyler Becker and said, "Let's go camping." As Chase pushed down the gas pedal, a big cloud of black smoke shot out of the back of the truck and the smell of burning motor oil filled the cab.