An unfortunate traveler slowly backed away from the tree he had been sheltering under. Raindrops the size of bullets and slabs of sleet slapped onto his back, but were immediately shaken off by his shivering. He cursed his ill-fortune under his breath as he stumbled to the edge of the forest. A vast field lay beyond the trees. The gale was causing great waves of grass to roll across it.
Walking over to his brother he looked down at him like a child finding no presents under the tree at Christmas. “No doughnuts with the sprinkles?” Holding his finger up (and still lying on the ground) he gave him the alternative... ... middle of paper ... ...complice ... how many?” “Twenty,” Bo said with another mouthful. “Are you fucking mad ... twenty,” Nathan said both terrified and impressed. Wrapping his arm around his frightened brother Louis squeezed. “Tonight we drink da hooch and palaver until da morning.” Bo sighed.
He looked around and she was not there, so he slowly walked up to the car. “BOO!” someone screamed behind him. It was his mom, she was laughing. “Did I scare ... ... middle of paper ... ...p from the chair straight towards the man. De’Lobo dropped hard and hit his head and was out for a few seconds, Dave used that time to get a few feet closer to the front door.
The engine spluttered and the tyres screeched as the bus made its quick getaway leaving me helpless in the middle of nowhere. The clouds were dull and grey and the light pitter patter of the rain could just be heard above everyone’s voices. My head was still spinning, not knowing wher... ... middle of paper ... ...eeing my family again. I couldn’t wait to get home and tell them all about that man. I only knew him for a couple of minutes yet he was the most incredible man I have ever met in my entire life, she ended.
After the conversation, the father and the boy go inside where the boy’s mother prepared dinner. The father, the mother, the boy, and three younger children eat together. It is windy after dinner, so the father goes hunt by himself without Sounder and the boy. The mother then shells kernels of walnuts for extra money for the rest of the evening. The boy, with nothing to do, starts dreaming about the Bible’s story his mother often tells him.
Haunted eyes stared back at him, lined at the edges in a face that showed his thirty-three years.... ... middle of paper ... ... New Family Mart where he usually got his groceries, that would not be happening again, no more chats with Gurnam the funny little Sikh shopkeeper who made him laugh with his jokes aimed at himself and his religion. Hunching down, wishing to be invisible to the myriad faces that passed him going about their nightly business. He knew most people went about there daily lives with their eyes wide shut, if they only knew what really went on in the world the truth of it would not set them free but scare them to death. Reality was not what you see around you but what went on behind closed doors and in the minds of the powerful, just like the film The Matrix, where the hero lived in a world of illusion. The makers of the film will never know how close to reality they came.
I tried telling that stupid old man that was in here a couple minutes ago to sit and rest a spell, but as usual, that hard headed old coot didn't listen. That old man don’t listen to nothing I ever says to him.” A barrage of raindrops suddenly peppered the tin roof with the sound of marble sized hailstones clattering down. “Sit down over there on that chair and drank your soda pop,” she tried shouting above the earsplitting din while pointing to a green, rickety looking backles... ... middle of paper ... ...a delight to his ears. Easing the Corvette backward and then dropping it into first gear, he crept forward until the car was off the gravel parking area and onto the blacktop roadway. Mashing the accelerator, the wheels spun into a mighty chorus of high-pitched screeching as the car fishtailed slightly just before it jerked forward.
He had tons of paper work, and not enough light to work with. The generator he was able to afford could only power a small wattage of lights and it simply was not enough to work with. My eyes are already bad enough, he thought as he pulled off his glasses to clean the snow from the lenses. Dave readjusted his hat to better cover his face and slid the bifocals back on his nose. Snow crunched under his feet as he trudged home.
The people on the bus seemed so indifferent to the near accident. Many of them had their noses buried in books, or were chatting with the person next to them. He wistfully watched the bus drive away, and was abruptly brought back to reality by an angry call from his boss. Every weekday in America, 35 million people will board public transportation. (American Public Transportation Association, 2014, para 1).
Homer’s lack of motivation for achievement grew with him into adulthood. The fat, balding character ends up working in Sector 7G of the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant, where he holds the record for most years worked at an entry level position. Even in the opening credits of the show, he is seen negligently tossing aside radioactive waste as the whistle blows to end the workday. In addition to his laziness at work, his sloth is also displayed in his free time where he is seen either lounging on his couch while indulging in donuts and watching anything that comes on television or drinking at Moe’s Tavern with his lifelong friends, Barney, Carl, Lenny, and Moe. Homer’s mind operates in terms of Freud’s “pleasure principle”, seeking instant gratification of desires, regardless of the consequences....