Daryl suddenly jerked awake, his right arm automatically grabbing the knife he kept beside him on the bedside table, his left arm wrapped protectively around Carol. His body ready to defend those he loved long before his mind had become conscious. He turned his head to find Carol sleeping peacefully, her head was upon his shoulder, and her arm wound tightly around his waist.
Outside a loud clap of thunder shook the prison. The wind was eerily howling like a freight train, flashes of lightning illuminated the darkness of the room. The storm was in full swing and it didn't look like it was going to let up anytime soon.
His heart beating furiously out of his chest, he glanced around, trying to figure out what had woke him. Then he heard it,
"Daddy!"
Jasper.
Carol stirred beside him, "You got him?", she sleepily asked, laying her hand upon his chest.
He bent down to press a kiss upon her head, "Yeah, I got him, babe. Go back ta sleep," he told her, throwing back the covers, knife in one hand, grabbing a battery operated lamp in the other.
About a month ago he had went to Rick, telling him that they were quickly running out of room in the small cell and needed more space, the 'leap frog' incident playing heavily in his mind. Rick had agreed and they had quickly set about cleaning out three rooms near the wardens office, one for him and Carol, one for Jasper, and one for Merle. Merle declaring that there was no way in hell he was going to let his family sleep down there, while he had to sleep near "Officer Friendly". He had packed his stuff up and moved into a room down the hall from theirs. Daryl didn't see things ending well with those two. It was bound to come to blows one day.
When Daryl got to Jaspers room, the little boy w...
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...r, he would think that there were tears in his eyes. Not that Merle would ever admit that.
"Better than tha piece of shit we had." he said as he opened the door and slipped inside, nodding at him before closing the door.
Daryl walked into their room, and closed the door. He was leaning back against the door, thinking about what Merle had said, when he heard her quietly ask,
"Is everything okay?"
Daryl reached up to take his shirt off, tossing it to the floor. He walked over to the bed and crawled in, gathering her up in his arms once more.
He kissed her gently on the lips, tugging her closer, "Everythin's fine woman, let's get some shut-eye."
Outside the storm had quelled. The winds no longer howled, the thunder rumbled in the distance, the lightning had all but vanished from the sky. All signifying that the storm had come to an end.
And all was calm again.
If the storm had lulled at little at sunset, it made up now for lost time. Strong and horizontal thundered the current of the wind from north-west to south-east; it brought rain like spray, and sometimes, a sharp hail like shot; it was cold and pierced me to the vitals. I bent my head to meet it, but it beat me back. My heart did not fail at all in this conflict, I only wished that I had wings and could ascend the gale, spread and repose my pinions on
Halfway up it was beginning to look doubtful, the wind was picking up and everyone was getting out rain gear to prepare for the storm. I voiced my doubts to Phil and he said we might as well keep going until the lighting got too close. So we did. The thunder grew in volume and the echoes magnified the noise to a dull roar sometimes. Then suddenly it began to ebb. The wind died down and lightening came less frequently. I exchanged relieved looks with Phil after a bit, but kept the pace up--I didn’t want to take chances. Eventually it hit us, but by then it was nothing more then a heavy rain. We kept moving, if slower, and made it over the ridge with no other problems. That night I enjoyed the meal a little more and slept a little deeper realizing how much is important that easily goes unnoticed until something threatens to take it away.
Sarah shook her head and climbed beneath Lucy-Lou’s bed, as though having already seen it. Lucy-Lou kneeled down and peered underneath. She held out the plate of cookies. “Sooner or later, you’re gonna have to come out.”
Rick's good moral character and unselfishness qualities continue during the reunion with his wife Lori, Carl, and the rest of the survivors. Previously, Rick had handcuffed Merle Dixion to a steel pipe because of his violent behavior toward the group Rick joined up with. After confronting Merle's younger brother Daryl, who is angered upon how his brother w...
In stanza 1 the quote explains how he could hear the wind blow against the cell fraim on the window. “A wall of wind crashes against, windows clunk against, iron frames as wind swings past broken glass and seethes…” stanza 1. This quote uses one of the three senses I picked. I feel like if he left prison and one day he heard that sound it would bring him back to his memories back in prison. To this day when I hear wind chimes they take me back to my childhood in prescott valley when it was raining.
Fiona covered her mouth and hugged Jonas. She went to check on Gabe as he was lying in bed and later went to look at the giver. “What did he tell you,” Fiona asked.
“I got too much to-to dream about.” I shuddered and suddenly felt desperately weak and cold. Grasping at the bedframe, I dragged myself upright and hauled myself into my bed, curling protectively onto my stomach. Tracy began to tiptoe towards the door, her footsteps falling so gently on the tile that they barely made a sound.
The thunder is now distant and passing away. The storm outside turns into soft, lighter rain, symbolic of the storm ending.
Tornadoes are one of the deadliest and most unpredictable villains mankind will ever face. There is no rhyme or reason, no rhythm to it’s madness. Tornados are one of the most terrifying natural events that occur, destroying homes and ending lives every year. April 29th, 1995, a calm, muggy, spring night I may never forget. Jason, a buddy I grew up with, just agreed to travel across state with me so we could visit a friend in Lubbock. Jason and I were admiring the beautiful blue bonnets, which traveled for miles like little blue birds flying close to the ground. The warm breeze brushed across the tips of the blue bonnets and allowed them to dance under the perfectly clear blue sky. In the distance, however, we could see darkness. A rumbling sky was quickly approaching.
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I was surprised when I was in the cafe, and suddenly the weather changed from a sunny afternoon to a stormy dark afternoon. I had seen many rain showers, but this one seemed different. This seemed different, because I had a different view and perspective of the storm. A storm like this had never left an impact on me.
On the kitchen floor he set her down, held her in his arms, and kissed her. “Thanks.”
Suddenly, I snapped awake. It really was the day of my party, and it really was pouring down rain outside. I trudged out of my room and had breakfast, all the while staring gloomily at the storm raging outside.
We stared in mute amazement as ostentatious lightning, the colour of burnished gold, burst in white-bright flashes flaming against the crenellated ridge. Thunder, colliding in sheets of monstrous sound, rattled the air and practically deafened us. We just sat, timorous almost to the point of death. The wind rose to a shrieking, venomous pitch in its furious battle with mountain. The air stank of scorched stone ... ...
Stepping outside, I instantly notice the fresh, wet scent of earth. As I continue walking, I willingly allow the sprinkling droplets to envelop my entire body. My shoes are soon soaked; with each step I take, I feel a puddle of water move beneath my feet. The rain hurls itself violently on the dark, slippery pavement. My hair is dripping with ice-cold raindrops which plummet to the earth with every movement I make. The numbing effect of the icy downpour is finally setting in. Fierce thunder clouds sneak into the murderous sky and flashing lightning strikes begin. The rain falls faster and heavier. My feet move quickly as I run down the road. I rush into my house and proceed to stare out the window and observe the vicious storm that is only beginning. The weather has the uncanny ability to promptly change a mood. Rain holds several emotions that could be considered polar opposites; they range from cleansing to depression, love to anger, and life to death.