Descriptive Essay About Thunder Park

“We’re here to give you the severest thrill a real hunter ever asked for. Travelling you back sixty million years to bag the biggest game in all of Time”(Bradbury 224). The thought of travelling back in time just to shoot a prehistoric beast of the Past is just that; a thought. People now can’t even imagine what it would be like to look a ferocious dinosaur in the eyes, but it may happen one day in the Future. Ray Bradbury paints this picture for us in his incredible story about this unbelievable mystery with figurative language and personification. “A Sound of Thunder” follows a big game hunter, Mr. Eckels, through a Time Safari of the Future and how he completely changes the world around him by disregarding the dangers of Time Travel,

Sam kept holding on to Roger waiting for Eric to go and call somebody for help. Later Ralph came and shouted to Roger:

Dylan and Eric have been friends for years. These two young boys had problems that most would never even dream about them having. They had a disturbed sickness that eventually there was no cure for. Eric was the one who encouraged most of all the negative conflicts and problems the two endured. Eric was the main problem as to the

After hours of waiting there was a knock at your door. You jumped up, excitedly bouncing over to it, but once it opened your expression fell.

For days he stayed there, curled up by the wall. The sun would rise, somewhere, illumine the mouth of his pitiful den, grace the cold rock in front of him with a soft blue sheen, and set again, immersing his life in empty darkness. One day, two, three, he stopped counting, buried his mind in the chambers of his soul where a soft dim warmth still glowed. Waves of grief passed through, turned him over in riptides of hungriest despair, roaring death pounded nightly at his door, and then, hearing no answer, tore away again, letting warm comfort envelop him and soothe his damaged

As they looked around Adam saw a couple rollercoasters that haven't looked like they have been used for a while now. Greg went back in to the hall of mirrors. He was walking in from where they came in. He saw that carnival ride. It was lit up and it was about to close. "Yes! I have found the way out of here. I can't believe I haven't checked here before." Greg thought to himself.

The next morning, the alarm buzzed noisily, the sound polluting the silence. Confused for a moment, he looked around blankly. It used to be home, but now it felt unfamiliar. There was a room at the end of the corridor, the door slightly ajar. He waited, expecting the door to open, but it never did. The area was the same as the night before, empty.

Jack went into this mysterious,unknown,and spooky shop. He was greeted by a very suspicious looking guy.”Hi i'm Josh”,he hollered.

I had to go there to return my little sister’s books. I got on my bike, put on my helmet, and bike in the hot sun to the library. I returned the books, and when I was starting to leave someone called my name. I turned around it was, Eric.

Eric moved to Bellport, Long Island because his family was abandoned by his dad. Since he moved he also had to change school. One day at his school when he was shooting some baskets a kid that looked like he had blood on his face rushed by. He sensed something bad about that because on the first day of school he saw the same kid being bullied and then he realised that the kid was being picked on repeatedly. He also found out that kid’s name was David Hallenbeck.

Using his hands against the grey tinged, rough and dusty wall he slowly finds the door. He stumbles for a second against the feeling of his feet sinking into plush carpet. He steadies himself, deciding to completely ignore the foreign feeling shifting underneath his feet. Slowly he moves through his cottage trying to visualise each wall and obstacle that may get in his way. He seems to crash into every single object that he owns. Clumsily he finally makes it to the door.

The first couple steps were bumpy, my trembling feet vibrating against the crackling floor. The door swings open as I go to knock creating a loud screeching noise. As I walk into the unfamiliar home, I become more aware of the man I'm about to meet. I travel further into his world and can hear the noise coming from under my feet. I get closer and closer until I find it, the crooked door where he told me to meet him. As the stairs appears from the darkness, my path becomes lighted ahead of me.

Millions of years ago, hunting was a way of life, a way of survival. When cavemen killed an animal, they used every single piece of the animal and made certain to let none go to waste. In present day, hunting is viewed as a game. Many people hunt for the enjoyment that the adrenaline rush gives them. In this day and age, people can no longer hunt Saber-Tooth tigers, wooly mammoths, or dinosaurs, but what if there was a way to make that possible? A Sound of Thunder is a futuristic story of hunting prehistoric creatures. They could use a time machine to go back in time and hunt any animal they could dream of. The animals are carefully chosen before the hunt. If someone leaves minute traces of himself, the whole universe changes its course. A

He opened the door and no one was there. He was scared to ask but he thought it was the ghost of Lenore. So, he asked if it was her. Then a sound came back and said

The young girl was tired. She kept on tripping. Stumbling. Her ears muffled every sound she heard. If walking was hard, climbing into the second story window of her 'lair' was near impossible. But after multiple attempts and falls she collapsed into the hallway and dragged her self into the elevator where she rode up to the