Owen marquart Cigam Island “BOOM!” clapped the thunder-- The big cloud in the sky. “Dad come on!” I said rage filled. The noise of the rain pouring down in buckets out the window was as loud as our argument. “You are a nine year old boy Max I’m not buying you more toys,” now I was mad. “But dad we’re rich we can buy them!” “No.” He assured. The velvet curtains blowing in his face made dad look like a ghost “I think you should get out more, so I’m taking you on my yacht Max.” “Yeah sure, in this whirlwind?” I asked sarcastically. My dad agreed, and we waited for the storm to stop. “This is how Mom died you know...“ Dad said. “It was a shame that the car accident started from a drizzle.” …show more content…
“Oh?” he asked, “Yes”I said. “They-- They just vanished!” Soon enough, the boats and helicopters were sent. Once I was satisfied with the resources sent, the officers sent me to my worrisome father who hugged me like I was a teddy bear. “Oh my gosh, I was so worried!” He exclaimed happily “Where on Earth were you? You obviously couldn't have survived four days without food,” I told him my story and he asked “what was the name of this weird island?” I replied, “Cig--” “Cigam island,” he whispered without me telling him. I was shocked that he knew. We just stared smiling. I know he was there before. But how? Perhaps HE was just like me when he was my age. “I knew that storm was familiar,” Dad said “Now don’t think I’m crazy, but the storm’s alive. It teaches all spoiled children a lesson, a life lesson.” A week later while I was playing with my golden action figure, I heard a knock on my door. “I’ll get it!” Dad said After 20 minutes of talking, I overheard the police saying there was no evidence of people on that island at all, all they could find was a burning fire. I still think of the fire to this day: the endless fire burning on the mysterious, magic Cigam
“ I’m not sure son “ dad answered in the same tone , that was as much as we ever talked but I was used to it by now father was always quiet man .
The author’s frightening story, “The Storm” has all the expected things that a good scary story should have. It has a story line that gains suspense throughout the story, there is irony, and there is lots of
“ Hello, this is Do… I mean, James Mo. I am here to inform you that you have just won a fully paid Cruise to Hawaii and a luxury house on a dormant volcano looking over a city and with a beautiful ocean view.”
“What’s wrong Fletcher?” I looked up at him and told him the truth. Dad looked at me for a second, thought showing in his eyes
These examples show both the author’s and the protagonist’s challenge to the order of things and the complete belief the character has. The best example of this is on line eight when the king says that he ‘shall not give you the boat’ the man replies ‘with calm assurance’ ‘you will’.
“Everyone, please calm down.” His words could not be heard over the loud voices of the
Then I turned to Larry’s scarecrow picked it up and threw it into the fire. I turned back to him and started to yell at him about how ugly it was and about how if he could do anything he might have his own room. While I was doing this he was crying like a baby, even though he was 7 and should be a man and start working out to get an 8 pack and big biceps.
It was only after the ambulance left that the emotions kicked in. In complete silence, I managed to drive myself home. I walked into the safety of my own room, shut the door, and picked up my guitar.
He was a young man around eighteen like me I’d say. He came over began to talk to me.
In Adrienne Rich’s “Storm Warnings,” the progressive structure details the storm’s advancement, the imagery illustrates the surrounding environment, and the calm diction presents the speaker’s state of mind, depicting an actual storm as it nears and the metaphorical turmoil the speaker is experiencing. People hear storm warnings, however, as the storm unfolds, one can merely brace themselves since the storm is inevitable and light hope within them.
“No … get the money… just…” Dad caught my eye, and gave me a look that made me turn around again.
“I’m sorry, but your parents are dead,” she replied. “The system overheated and the engine blew up. The fire started in the front of the car, and your parents couldn’t do anything about it. You were lucky that somebody called the fire department in time to get there, before you got burned down to your bone.”
No storm is experienced the same. Seeing a storm on the horizon has the power to stir up gripping memories, introspective thoughts, and convoluted emotions. The poem “Storm Warnings”, by Adrienne Rich, applies a predictable structure paired with flowing syntax, and ambiguous diction- speaking both of weather and emotions- to illustrate that one cannot avoid the tribulations of life, embodied as the approaching storm, but instead prepare for their arrival.
My dad heard all of the ruckus so he came in and asked, “What’s going on? What’s all that outside?”
“No … the money… just…” Dad caught my eye, and gave me a look that made me turn around again.