Descriptive Essay On The Unrest After A Storm

Tim Winton’s short story, ‘The Water Was Dark and it Went Forever Down’, depicts a nameless, adolescent girl who is battling the voices inside her head along with the powerful punishments at the hands of her inebriated mother. The key concerns of life and death are portrayed through the girl’s viewpoint as she compares her life with her sad, depressed mother. Anonymous as she is, the girl constantly makes an attempt to escape the outbursts, that come as a result to her mother’s drinking, by submerging herself into the water. An extended metaphor is used when expressing the girl as a machine and her will to continue surviving in her sombre life.

Kate Chopin wrote the short story “The Storm” one of her most bold stories and did not even intention to publish it (Cutter 191). The two main characters in the story are Calixta and Alcee. They both used to be attracted to one another in previous years, but now they are both married to someone else. After Alcee arrives to Calixta’s house looking for shelter they are driven into a passionate moment. In the story “The Storm” the storm has a significant meaning; without it the affair of Calixta and Alcee performed would not have been as powerful as it was between them. “The Storm” has a great deal of symbolism throughout the story: the clouds, the use of color white, the storm relative to the affair, the after effects of the affair, Calixta,

At the headquarters of the Louisiana National Guard, located in the lower 9th ward, the soldiers were not yet aware that the canal levees were giving way. The Guard’s commander

For this essay, I am going to be discussing the short story “Swimming” found on the New Yorker, and written by T. Cooper. I have chosen this story for many reasons, and among those reasons is the personal sadness I felt when I first read the story, almost as if the universe was placing a certain theme in my life, that only the main character could possibly understand. I am talking about running, the god given instinct felt by all men, inherent in the nature of fear, and brought out in all who feel sadness in its full intensity. Though in my short life I can not compare the sadness I have felt with that of losing a child at my own hand, but if I had been placed in that situation, if fate had tempted my soul with such a sequence of events, I would like to think I could find the strength to endure and the courage to not abandon all I had previously known. Yet I am able to reconcile the themes of grief, the mode of recovery, and the longing to escape such a terrible tale. I think in this piece, as I will discuss in later parts, the author was able to put into words a transformation we rarely get to observe in closeness, the kind of transformation that turns a kind man into a “just man” the kind of death that turns this world from a beautiful and happy place into a world that is closing in on our main character, that is forcing him to surface temporarily and gasp for air, much like he does when he finds peace in the water, wading breath after air, after sea. I firmly believe that

Ahead the sky is starkly grey, cut by cold blue splotches where the clouds have separated. The brightness strains the eye despite the muted shades, and the rare slices of sun bring relief as the warmth offsets

In every society there are expectations placed on people to act certain ways and do certain things. “The Storm,” by Kate Chopin, sheds light on the negative consequences of societal expectations, social inequality, and intentionally contradicts common gender roles. The story is centered around the complex relationship between a Cajun woman and a Creole man. These two groups equate to the lower class and the middle/upper class respectively. The mixing of these two groups is frowned upon, and each group comes with different expectations. Kate Chopin uses these expectations and proves just how disastrous they can be. The antagonist in this story is the storm itself. The storm, in this case a threatening cyclone, represents everything that is problematic with implementing such strict expectations onto people. The concluding line seen above, is representative of the contradictions between the storm and these roles and expectations. Considering all that occurs between the characters during the storm, the notion that everyone ends up happy is contradictory to what people are told is expected of them. The driving force in all of this happiness is the mixing of the two groups, which is essentially a storm itself and would be condemned if anybody were to find out exactly what happened.

Leading up to a hurricane will start feeling warm and moist, allowing the air to become warm an humid, also allowing latent heat to spread. the next need is low pressure disturbance, also know as a tropical wave, to rise and make strong thunderstorms.if hurricanes try to form to close to the equator, it will not be strong enough to gather its self and rotate.

I don’t know if you know it already, but it’s rough out on the ocean. Especially when a tropical storm hits you out of nowhere. We were on our ship, doing our job, when this storm just appeared. There was no warning, so we had no time to prepare for it. Resulting in, the ship sinking and killing well over half of our crew, including our captain. So we had probably, four five rescue boats tied in a line filled with the surviving crew members. After the days, or weeks, the rest of our crew, besides us, died.

I was sitting by a tide pool, watching the sun begin to slip beneath the ocean's horizon. Smooth waters, sparsely dotted by sailing boats, returning to their homes, the winds carried itself out to sea, bringing with it the reassuring scent of hearth fires. My short hair would blow into my eyes, and I would struggle to keep strands of deep brown from blocking my vision of the soft

Kate Chopin implies in the selection, "The Storm" that the setting and the plot reinforces each character's action, but only two characters exemplify the title itself, Calixta and Alcee. The storm becomes the central element of Alcee's unrequited love for Calixta and ultimately the instrument of their forbidden love to each other. Hurston concurs in the "The Storm" that a forbidden relationship can become a cancerous love and silent death sentence.

Most of people believe that the only good sky is a blue sky, likes the azure lake, its peaceful, bright and secret. But I want to challenge the delusion, if we had to look up at cloudless monotony day after day, life would be dull. However, in lots of our opinions, the clouds are only the ornaments of the sky; they may make the sky more vivid. I believe that clouds are unjustly maligned. Different types of clouds bring to us various information, the clouds are not the dispensable ornaments, but the part of our life.

A tornado is a violently rotating column extending from a thunderstorm to the ground. The most violent tornadoes are capable of tremendous destruction with wind speeds of two hundred and fifty miles per hour and even more. A tornado is formed when warm air shoots upward meeting colder, dryer air. Since warm air is lighter than cold air this makes a strong air current inside the thunderstorm. As the warm air rises it meets different air currents going at different directions. With the right speed the winds will start spinning like a top. And the storm will begin forming what is called a wall cloud. Inside the wall cloud the tornado begins forming. There are different kinds of tornadoes.

I woke up early morning and turned on the TV. I could not see anything

The wind is hitting Captain Tory and Matthew as they enjoy with excitement at sea. The smell of the delicate salt smoothly went in the windy air. Sounds of beautiful ships went smoothly into their relaxed ears. Waves of ocean was slowly drifted towards while they were smelling the delicate salt going smoothly onto their precious nose. They found jagged pieces of rocks with a beautiful shape, the dad and son threw jaded rocks into the ocean. Carefully watching them perfectly skip against the salty ocean. The windy air slowly becoming cooler at any second, hitting their faces roughly with the windy air. They both looked at each other, with their faces turning blue as ice, they decided to walk back to the hot and beautiful beach.

The sound of the emerald green ocean water crashing against the shores filled my ears. Children ran along the shore, smiling from ear to ear while laughing amongst each other clearly enjoying their day. Some people were searching contently for sea shells, that were visible for miles. I looked out at the ocean, it stretched out far into the horizon; as far as my eyes could see. There were jetty’s that were perfectly placed within the ocean. I could smell the salt radiating off of the water. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time; I dashed into the ocean I’d been waiting for for the past