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The children yelled "We've had an ACCIDENT!" and the reader is not sure what will happen next. Shortly after the accident, when the "big black battered hearse-like automobile" pulls up to assist the family and the grandmother recognizes one of the occupants as the Misfit, the tone

A sense of regulation is felt through the choice of words and the approach they are presented in. Dawe’s writing has an air of specificity, using such phrases as “there will be” and “we will” leaving no room for misinterpretation and making it clear to readers that this is the “future”. It is clearly outlined that through the evolution of cars, many small but significant things have been sacrificed including the “sounds of acceleration instead of birdsong”, “no trees/ unless as exotica” and any form of neighbourhood qualities for example “no more streets begging hopscotch squares”. Dawe is showing how in his predicted future, any sense of natural beauty is trumped by society’s overwhelming need for commercial and overly eccentric goods.

In Amy Lowell’s poem, “Fireworks”, she uses the noun definition of fireworks to express the figurative meaning of fireworks. Throughout the poem, Amy reveals how much she hates this person by using descriptive words to describe the spectacular explosions caused by fireworks. Thus, the main idea of the poem is anger or strong feeling of hostility.

As I was checking out in the backroom of Dot’s Donut Shop, I heard a massive explosion rock the building. I stumbled back into the main room, but it was empty. It seems the two customers and one other worker left in a rush. I burst through the glass doors so hard that I almost fell down. I ran left of the entrance to investigate the explosion. I figured a gas-line had burst, or a car had malfunctioned and crashed. I certainly didn’t expect to see something I had seen in a museum. Honestly, what I saw was one of the least likely things someone in this day and age would

One officer rushed over the the car that was dramatically hanging off the bridge. The thick black smoke from the burning car made it hard to see. Beyond the black smoke was the smell of iron from the extreme amount of blood from the driver. Firefighters broke the back window of the hanging car to get the bloodied driver out. Meanwhile other officers and firefighters were working on the car the violently flipped off the overpass. Car was engulfed in flames. The inferno could almost burn people by looking at it. Firefighters frantically pulled both occupants out of the car before they suffered from any major burns. Firefighters began a severe battle with the fire. Hundreds of gallons of water were blasted out of the fire hoses, making a misty show that left the roads flooded. Once the dust settled and both fires were under control, road workers began to gather the twisted pieces of metal that were scattered all over the

Containing a history tracing back to 1896, the Fischer Farm also got purchased by Ben Fischer. With the average family only earning a total income of $300-$400 during the year of 1903 (Vonderheide 1), Ben took his share of only $47 for the wagon (Wagon 1), which remained in the family barn from 1903 until they decided to remove the barn in 2011. During the year of 2011, a spring tornado came through, demolishing both the grainery and the barn containing the wagon. This caused them to have to dissect the wagon out of the destroyed barn in order for Kurt Vonderheide, a family friend of the Fischers, to gain access. After numerous years, the farm got passed down through the family to Ben’s grandson, Dave Fischer. Not having much use for the wagon anymore, Dave resolved to giving the wagon to Kurt after Kurt expressed an interest in restoring it. Kurt’s pursuit for restoring the wagon enhanced after gathering more information on it. Receiving the wagon in 2011, Kurt’s restoration task commenced. With a complete transformation from top to bottom, the entire process took a total of six months and 210 hours. (Vonderheide 1) Aside from the major details, several minute technicalities enhanced the original look of the wagon. One of these included Kurt painting the wagon by hand to help preserve the authenticity. Furthermore, the original “Wagner” decals, given to Kurt by Sonny, got added onto the wagon. (Vonderheide

Larry Niven, an ASU grad student, was walking south on Mill Avenue about to cross on University Drive when “the two cars fired passed” him. He continues, “If I had stepped off the curb, I’d be dead now.” Witnessing the damage the Prius undertook, he said “it just blew apart.”

A recorded account but an individual by the name of Rajah provides insight into what happened the day of the explosion. According to Rajah:

The explosion creates a visible jagged hole and we escape getting as many through as possible. After it seals the hole we count how many we have. We have 30 people wailing, shouting, screaming stuff like my baby's still in there all sorts. When the word gets to lord loss that we have escaped he's raging all curses he can think of. We turn away help most win over their fears. We all try to obtain normality in life once

The Locomobile with the 2 men and dog occupants moves toward the vicinity of explosion. When they reach it they see people milling about. The fire trucks, police and cars are parked haphazardly about the street. (Reed, 49)

A: “Investigators say that this was definitely not accidental. Reports have been made that there were two set timers of what looks like to be hand held explosive missiles taped underneath.”

The Company in new terrain is bound to have close netted connections with local communities either for CSR activities or to hire the appropriate employees. Many a processes in the organizations are outsourced. Audi also plays a vital role in providing the education, employment for the community.

The potent stench of the chicken coop made it hard to breathe, and the sticky air had done me over, but never in a million years would I have guessed those two things would have changed my life forever. “Hank come on, I don’t want to do this anymore,” I whimpered. Hank was my little brother, and we were cleaning out our chicken coop with my dad and our hired guy, Matt. Hank followed me out because he listened to everything that I said when I was five and when he was three. The fresh air felt like such a relief, I could finally breathe. My family lives on a farm with nine thousand pigs, thirty head of cattle, chickens, cats, and dogs. On the farm, there’s a lot of equipment, and I don’t know what most of it is. Hank and I decided to walk over

Police report that the explosion happened in the postmistress’ bedroom after her uncle threw firecrackers in there. According to the postmistress, her uncle became angry often, and was prone to violent outbursts.

Imagine living in a confined two-feet-wide gestation crate, unable to move, standing on concrete floors waiting to be fed, day after day until it is time to be taken to the slaughterhouse, and become a menu option to accompany someone’s sunny side up eggs at an American diner. A photograph taken inside an industrial animal factory emerged on the internet exposing the factory’s standard and inhumane practice in the United States. Rows and rows of hundreds of pigs in single crates can be seen in a dimly lit football field sized shed, unable to roam freely across pastures while feeling the warmth of the sun. The photograph exposes the reality of how harmfully animals are being raised and killed for food as though they are unfeeling machines. Old MacDonald had a farm until the agricultural business, also known as agribusiness, evolved and started building larger and new mega factories imprisoning animals until they are shepherded into trucks on their way to being murdered. Animals can love, animals can think, animals can dream, and animals can surely feel pain. There is a quiet holocaust taking place in the animal kingdom, and there is so much that has to be done, but there is hope.