A Town Swallowed in Ash

Connour D 523 words 9100 St. Charles Rock Road St. Louis, MO 63114 (314) 493-6100 connourd655@ritenourschools.org The Imaginable by Connour D Ash shuddered. It was cold in the cave. She rolled over, pondering whether she was awake – it was so hard to tell, lately. She’s been feeling as if her life was being controlled for her. As if, she was in third person and this was nothing but a simple story

people. A town put on the map for its richness in anthracite coal that burns long and hot, though the mine had been closed for years but far from empty. Though the people of the town knew nothing of what lurked below and went about their everyday lives which included burning trash at the municipal dump like people did in that time. As the fire burned it creep into the ground and was lit ablaze by coal long left behind, striking the beginning of the end for the small, unsuspecting Pennsylvania town. The

The town itself had many temples devoted to their gods. The city even had an amphitheatre, which is the oldest of its kind dating back to 80 BC. The people of Pompeii had a serene living condition and well function social classes. The destruction of Pompeii came about when Mount Vesuvius erupted on August 24 AD 79. This eruption was not your stereotypical eruption. The mountain exploded in a long smoldering burst of pumice ash and rock. The eruption covered Pompeii

“Welcome to Wakefield”. I pulled over at a rest stop, on the side of the road, just outside of town and got out of my car. I haven't seen anyone one since I entered the fog. I entered the restroom labeled “men” for obvious reasons. I splashed water on my face and dried it off. I pulled out a letter from my wife. “Dear John, in my restless dreams I see that town called Wakefield, you know how much I loved that town, you said you would take me there again some day, but you never did. I’m here now waiting

were cold, the summers were hot and, if you were lucky enough to live near one of its many orchards, the air was rich with the perfume of apple blossoms. It was a town full of remarkably colorful people, however, most coasted through small town life under the radar for various reasons. If you have ever lived in a speck-on-the-map town with a neon city only minutes away, you may have a good idea of what it is like when everyone knows everything about everyone, while, at the same time, your neighbor

people to know where they stand with their Creator before they die and enter eternity." "What whale was it could have supported life for Jonah for three days?" asked a man. "Jonah was not swallowed by a whale. When Jonah went below to go to sleep, he dreamed the captain woke him and threw him overboard to be swallowed by a whale," Lawrence said. "If Jesus is not God, how could he have knocked Paul off his horse and blinded him?" asked another. "That was Satan, pretending he was Jesus, who knocked Paul

In daily, weekly or yearly occurrences we can pick out days of balance, days of chaos and then days where we an adjusting from our mistakes or the the problems that we are facing at the time. In most chaos we have the ability to get back on our feet, make some new inventions to fix the problems, places or move away, dominate to get what you want, work together or tolerate the situation. In the case of the Minoans, once a balance, healthy, strong and inventive culture. Where life was more than good

hushed in recent years, many continue to believe that the end of the world is in the near future. 3. A father and his young son journey across post-apocalyptic America some years after an event that has caused extinction. The land is covered with ash and is constantly cold and winter-like. The boy 's mother, pregnant with him at the time of the disaster, committed suicide some years before the plot of the novel. Realizing that they cannot survive the up and coming winter, the man takes the boy south

Searing hot. Ear splitting. Terrorizing. These are only a few words to describe what’s happening right now. Missiles are dropping from the sky. Rubble is that’s left of the town. How I’m still alive? I have no idea. Neither my friends nor family are anywhere to be found.”help me! Please!” yelled a young mother holding her 1 year old baby. Walking towards her I could see she had blood oozing out of her leg at a rapid pace. “Please, I don’t have much time left. Will you take my baby to the rescue ships

I woke up before my alarm. A distant square of eerie half-twilight from the window held the familiar outline of the locust tree. In the dark, I fumbled to dress without waking my parents. I slipped outside. The sun was still below the horizon but the clouds above the mountains were tainted the color of pomegranates. Around me the shadows seemed empty. I tried not to look into the brush as I walked down the driveway. I had stopped before, looking to see the back of the shadows; staring hard, only