A Chicago: A Short Story

Then, I heard footsteps getting louder and louder, so quickly hid in the closet. I could hear my heart beating faster and faster as the person kept getting closer. About an hour later, I saw a shadow of a strangely shaped person leaving the room and locking the door. I was relieved and scared at the same time, I didn't know how to get out. So, I first tried to escape out of the black and blue colored window. It was very hard to open,

It had finally arrived. Moving day. I was finally leaving my home in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania after five short years and a sort of gloom lingered in the air. Although many teenagers would be excited to reunite with their family, friends, and childhood home, I, however, was frightened of the future. I woke up that morning and just laid there and listened to the sound of the rain pittering against the roof and windows, pattering against the surrounding forest in which I shared many memories. After what felt like centuries of just listening and reflecting, I got up and looked out the window. I looked at my neighbor's house across the field of grass which separated our houses and at the kids who had become like my siblings. I looked at the ice

I gave a small glare to the man standing in the corner of the room he just looks at me like I killed his pet goldfish. I still didn't understand what was going on. The two men look at each other and then they just leave the room, but inside that room, i could hear the men yelling at each other. Then it goes dead silent. The first man walks in “Come with me now!” He says,I stand up and follow him out of the room. When we get out I see the other man lying on the floor weak and lifeless. They put me in the room right in front of the man and made me watch every time he was hit when he tried to get up. I felt so bad for this guy, all he did was try to help someone that does not sound that bad. Does it? After 3-4 hours of this torture for this good man they finally stop, 4-5 gards pick him up and throw him in my room. Then the guard that was beating him walks up and says,”If you like them so much them you can be one of them.”. Then night fell i slept in the back he was still lying helpless on the floor. I wake up to the sound of the door slamming again. I jump up the guard is not there any more i was so scared about what happened to

Baseball in Chicago was very big it grew a lot in Chicago back then in the 1800’s.

In Natures Metropolis: Chicago and the Great West William Cronon, the author, attempts to enlighten readers on the growth of cities and the relationship they have with the land they are built on. In other words, Cronon’s thesis comes from the belief that there is an observable bond between cities, and the ecosystems under and around them, namely Chicago and the western frontier of 19th century America. We will see that Cronon argues that human construction and taming of Earth’s resources is natural and is in tuned with the surrounding nature, land, and animals. This is accomplished by studying through the frontiers history from the research of journals, articles, and other recorded history of that time. While the information Cronon presented

The clouds blocked the beaming sun from reaching the inside of the cornucopia in which my cousins all smiled and posed. Some of them were kneeling, others standing behind them. All of them seemed to be having a good time together. Then there was little me in the background wearing my pink summer dress with my little red, yellow and blue backpack dangling from my shoulders. I stood with my arms folded in front of me; a glare beamed from my face in the direction of the camera. My sassy attitude seems to have no affect on my cousins. It was the day of our annual family trip to Chicago. A day filled with family fun, Garrett's popcorn, and walks through Chicago’s many parks. These family-fun packed trips have dwindled from being anual to being non-existent as everyone grew up.

The significance and implications of part 2 chapter 7 quote is to show the significance of how things were changing in Chicago. In the quote it says how not a lot of audience members enjoyed the poem, even though Monroe acknowledged this she felt as though the poem was brilliant and got five thousand copies made. Even though poetry was a big factor of entertainment at this point of time new and better inventions were more interesting to the people in Chicago and they were starting to shift to a more modern way of entertainment.

I woke startled, dazed and confused basically drowning in my own sweat. Where on earth am I. I got up and spun around and all I could see was four blank walls that seemed like they were closing in on me. The only thing that stood out was a lone door placed right in the middle of one of the walls. Without even thinking about it, I started to carefully creep forward towards the door, but as I did this I could hear movement on the other side and the door began to open. I was lightning quick to react and rushed up to the wall right beside the door and nervously watched as a large figure began to enter the dimly lit room. He looked around and noticed the empty space and shouted out in surprise, but I was quick and without a second thought grabbed him and slammed his head against the wall, knocking him out cold.

On May 1st, 1893, the political and economic elite of the city of Chicago spared no expense when they host the Columbian Exposition, which showcased the technological, economic, and social capabilities of the United States of America and the City of Chicago to the world (Hoyt, 2003). For the United States, this cultural, technological, and economic showcase was an example of the massive capabilities of the country that now rivaled—perhaps even surpassed the capabilities of Europe. For Chicago, the hope was to cement a change in its social and cultural appearance to the outside world. Although one of America’s fastest growing cities—as well as one of the largest, Chicago was having immense struggles with its image as its impoverished and marginalized

Carl Sandburg describes Chicago as a tough and hefty city. Chicago is portrayed as a proud city, a city proud to be so “strong and cunning” whereas other cities of the time were not. Chicago is characterized by the people and workers who live in it. Sandburg loves Chicago even though it is a brutally tough city. Sandburg uses imagery, personification, and punctuation to characterize the city as an actual person.

As usual the perpetrator targets young seemingly random single woman and strikes when the victim's alone. The window was broken in from the outside and there was blood on the wall and the table was knocked over, an obvious sign of struggle. No footprints around the house due to fresh snow the night of. No other signs of struggle or anything else in the house. I head over to my car where I find Amber, my partner waiting. "Find anything?" She mumbles while searching her pockets for a smoke.

Synopsis: The movie Chicago takes place in the era of jazz music and flappers. Roxie Hart (Renee Zellweger) is an aspiring singer. She is desperate to get a job in showbiz. Roxie goes to a club to see her idol’s performance. She does not know she is watching Velma Kelly’s

Round orbs of yellow light pierce the stale dark air of the garage, as the chain rattles and the huge door creaks and groans while the small engine hums to heave heavy panels up, it reveals the light of day coming in and now the silvery silhouette sits in the middle of the garage, with a stance that looks ready to tackle anything. Approaching the beefy fender the tiny reflective orange dot towards the front, lit up with the rest of the lights. Directly under the broad fender is the rubber wrapped with five symmetrically spaced circles. Slight edging slopes make a symmetrical design around the whole wheel. Directly around the center are five silver bolts. Proceeding down the length of the vehicle we come to the black full side steps with the diamond-stamped design on the top to step up into the cab. Directly above that are the door

My capstone project was to go to Chicago and to see many high quality art in art museum and murals/monuments in public in the city. It was also to study the diverse art culture of Chicago.

I heard the man walking towards my bedroom door his footsteps were loud and heavy, he then began to cry out in what I can only explain as a demonic tone. It was barely understandable but I could make out “ALONE” followed by an evil laugh. The door then swung open and closed behind him, there he stood towering over me, and as I looked up at him I was frozen in fear. I was able to let out a loud scream just before he grabbed me by the neck. What I didn’t know is that my neighbor had called the police around five minutes ago when he saw the man breaking my window; just as I began to fade into darkness I heard the sound of police sirens.