They watched from the hay-loft as the clouds of dust spit out a small white sports car. Watched in amazement as the white car – ball skidded down the hill. . . The disaster, a tornado with four wheels, music blaring, sped towards them. Questioned why? Then, they heard music associated with the Fourth of July’s firework's Grande finale. What did it mean? They waited and watched. Like most Mid-westerners, they willed and prayed the impending disaster away. They were grounded, transfixed by the chain of events – unbelievable acrobatics performed by the midget car. Would a clown exit the car at the end of the show? Entertaining until the outhouse exploded and caught the porch on fire. A scream erupted from Samantha as she bolted for the barn’s door. Patterson clutched and held her close to him. Tried to smother her pathetic repeated cries of ‘No’... Every muscle in his body trembled as Patterson contained Samantha in the barn. They watched as the shooter slowed down. Fear seized both of them at the thought he might stop and set fire to everything else. He just slow...
There was a heavy rain outside, but other than that, the room was silent. George stared at the bunk where Lennie slept, unable to sleep. He was filled with hatred of the world that forced him to kill his own friend. As the night dragged on his hatred shifted to Curley’s wife, then Curley. “If Curley hadn’t let his tramp wife go around and cause trouble Lennie would still be here” George thought. Just then, Lennie appeared in front of him with a look of deep sadness and pain. Seeing Lennie’s pain and suffering, sent him over the edge. “That god damn Curley!” George thought, grabbing Carlson’s gun while he slept. “This is all his fault!” he thought, consumed by rage. He shuffled over to where Curley slept and pulled out the gun. George aimed the gun at Curley and pulled the trigger. An instant later he is horrified by what he has done. A couple seconds pass and Slim comes into the
Waiting impatiently for the arrival of the Allegro Middleseton the Upper Chadwell Green Monitoring Unit counted every wheel-turn between start and finish of its journey, a journey that took the massive double engined, battery-powered shining blue train through the rain directly towards, and beyond the huge railway configuration situated between smokestacks 2 and 3. Upper Chadwell Green Monitoring Unit also checked on the whereabouts of Coal Train 6476.
Southern family preparing to go on what seems to be a typical vacation. The story is humorous at first because the reader is unaware of how the story will end. The tone changes dramatically from amusing to frightening and plays an important part in making the story effective.
Lucille Fletcher’s story “The Hitchhiker”, is a story that creates fear in the hearts of some people. And not just any fear, a fear that would impel even the strongest man to go insane. The main character, Ronald Adams, had that fear, with seeing a hitchhiker more than ten times drove him to almost getting hit by a train. Fletcher creates an effective, and suspenseful story, with the use of elemental plots.
It was Sunday October 8th about 8:45pm, when Daniel “Peg Leg” Sullivan went to visit the O’Learys’ house only to find out they were asleep. So Sullivan walked across the street to Thomas White’s house and sat down to lean against the fence. The wind was very strong that night and there was a party at the McLaughlin’s to celebrate the arrival of a relative from Ireland. Sullivan decided to go home when he noticed a fire in the O’Learys’ barn. He started shouting, “FIRE!” as loud as he could and ran to the barn to save the five cows, horse, and calf inside. As he did, his peg leg got stuck in the floorboards. He hung onto the calf as they made their way out (13, 14,15).
What was the link between Gutenberg and the scientific revolution of the 1600’s and 1700’s? And with the later industrial revolution?
Yaghjian deals in this chapter with how to write a theological reflection paper (TRP) well along with “rhetorics of process, problem solving and proclamation” (18). The beginning of this chapter memo is not simply an “academic exercise” but rather a good instruction to write TRP well. The author admits that there is no such model of writing Theological Reflection Paper, because different writers write a reflection paper depending on their specialization. To write a Theological Reflection Paper is to have a clear understanding of what does it mean to be “theological reflection” and the reason of writing their reflection in their particular context. Determining writing what type of paper also essential in writing reflection paper.
There is commotion outside when Frank, Carlton’s friend, claims there is a flying saucer in their backyard, everyone runs outside to invite the visitors to stay. Carlton separates himself from the pack and gazes at the moonlit cemetery as the guests retreat inside, disappointed over the false claim Frank had made. Unsuspecting that someone may have shut their sliding glass door, Carlton scores back into the house, shattering the door into a million tiny glass fragments (Cunningham 241). “He is gone by the time the ambulance gets there. You can see the life drain out of him. When his face goes slack our mother wails. A part of her flies wailing through the house, where it will wail and rage forever. I feel our mother pass through me on her way out” (Cunningham 242). The party goers were too busy swilling their gin and swaying their hips to rock and roll music to notice Carlton was still outside, and quickly running towards a shut door. Their naïve mentalities led to the untimely death of a sixteen year old boy. America relates as a naïve nation before the tragic events of the 1960s little suspected that anything could shatter their
“What are we going to do,” cried Stewart,” We’re all going to die!” Jill started to wail into the rumbling of the flow. “Calm down, both of you! Remember what the radio said, everything will be okay,” Mom exclaimed. The radio that had sat in their swept away living room, had ordered them to stay calm and get to high ground. Stewart continued, unfazed by his Mom’s orders,”Those boulders could tear this house apart! How are we going to be okay!?” Jill’s wailing stopped in shock, then continued even louder than before. Mom calmly answered,” We will be okay; the authorities will come for us.” At that moment the house shook ominously. A cracking sound shook the house and everyone on it to their very core. The house sagged violently to one side tossing the occupants to the edge of the
Through the sound of the thundering rain and howling wind, an ear-piercing scream slices through the air. Never in my life have I heard a sound quite like this one. It’s the type of scream that’s so desperate and horrific that its cuts right through your body and down to your soul and shakes the life out of it. Just on time, the well-known Virginian winds whipped open the door to the privy to let me out into the blasting wind. Through the rain and sleet assaulting my face, I heard the terrible scream rip through time and space again. Right away, my feet start taking off without me, trying to reach the main house, to my family. Through the raging storm, I can see the blue side door come into view, or the spot that used to be where the blue door was.
Thunder boomed and cracked, shaking the house. Alex collapsed onto the floor with choked sob. It was too much, he was seventeen again, clinging desperately to hope that took the form of a saturated table as his home was ravaged by the storm. Lightning flashed, and thunder came soon after, forcing Alex’s hands to clasp tightly around his head. A vice-like pressure surrounded his chest, cutting off his breathing. Spasms coursed through his body, and his eyes were wet. He was vaguely aware of a voice calling his name and pain on his hands, but it didn’t matter, it didn’t matter, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, he was on the floor but it
“CHARLIE!”, screamed my mother. “CHARLIE!”. Her sobs were drowned out by the nearing sirens. She ran into my room, and the door shut behind her. She then scooped me up. Running back towards the door, she saw it to be engulfed in the alarming flames. We then turned towards the window to see a fireman breaking it open.
Tom Steffen’s family arrived at the hospital five hours after leaving the Long Island apartment he shared with his wife and daughter. Tara asked her family to take Lilly to the hotel they booked during the ride, but Margie refused. She insisted on accompanying Tara and Charlotte to the hospital.
I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep until I felt an insistent prodding against my side. Grumbling softly under my breath, I tried to hide underneath my covers only to have them tugged sharply away. With great reluctance, I finally sat up and glanced at my mother. Everything felt sluggish as I tried to figure out why she was in my room before suddenly I paled. The school would have told her about the incident by this point. Tugging at the corners of my light blue pajamas, my gaze immediately drifted down to the corner of the bed. I couldn't face her, especially since I already glimpse the disappointment on her face.
As I exit the truck I can see panic in everyone’s eyes and hear crying as people watch the house in flames. There was fire everywhere; the roof was on fire, fire was coming through the windows and doorways. There was a very strong smell that took over the whole street, like melted materials and scorched