Descriptive Essay : The Perfect Storm

The Perfect Storm by Sebastian Junger is an account of an immense storm and its destructive path through the North Atlantic. In late October of 1991, crews of several different fishing ships left their port for their final haul. Little did they know that they would soon cross paths with one of the greatest storms ever recorded. This particular storm would create huge swells, high winds, and hard rain. The system, was said to be a “perfect storm” because all of the elements were just right to create the worst imaginable storm ever seen, “… a hundred-year event,” claimed some meteorologists. These types of storms are caused when: “Warm air is less dense than cool air; it rises off the surface of the ocean, cools in the upper atmosphere, and

Traveling is one of my family’s favorite things to do. The family has visited numerous places throughout the United States, however, none are as memorable as Atlanta, Georgia. In Atlanta, there are many places to go and sights to see such as: Cola-cola factory, Cabbage Patch Kids Factory, Under Ground Mall, the Zoo, Atlanta Braves Stadium, Six Flags Over Georgia, Stone Mountain Park, and the Atlanta Aquarium, are all in or near the city of Atlanta. The three that we visit on every trip to Atlanta are Six Flags, Stone Mountain, and the Atlanta Aquarium.

At the edge of the 19th century, Galveston, Texas was roaring with a occupancy of roughly 40,000 residents. Galveston had become a flourishing commercial port since the city’s founding in 1839. The Island had surmounted countless tropical storms, which the city survived each time but on September 8, 1900, the storm that would change everything crashed down.

For my story, I would first make the web, gather information on my character(s). Then, I would start a rough draft putting all the information into a story.

In Kate Chopin’s short story “The Storm”, the narrative surrounds the brief extramarital affair of two individuals, Calixta and Alcee. The story does not seem to be as a condemnation of infidelity, but rather as an affirmation of human sexuality. “The Storm” may be interpreted as a specific affirmation of feminine sexuality and passion cojoined with a condemnation of its repression by the constraints of society. Even though the adultery considered a crime at that period of time, the storm allowed a moment.

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.

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

It has been a long time since hooligans from Fairview stole the trophy and Medicine Lake School's locks have been upgraded by the new Tom Green administration. The old locks have been replaced with expensive and unpickable Abloy cylinders and all glass windows are now alarmed. Nevertheless, despite all the extra security, various items have begun missing from the school for no clear reason. One day, about a third of the computer keyboards are nowhere to be found. The next day, half the clocks are gone. The day after that, someone has taken all the speakers out of the ceiling on the west side. Having a reputation as the guy who got the stolen trophy back from Fairview, I get a call from Tom Green.

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.

It was around ninety degrees with a one hundred percent chance of rain on that long and gloomy Saturday. The air was hot and so humid you’d swear you were going to suffocate just standing out in the open. What better day to have the annual family reunion down in Iuka, Mississippi. As we traveled across the state line the cruel Alabama weather slowly started to fade within the back glass of my mom’s traverse. I remember looking through the front window there was sunshine for miles. I thought to myself “hey maybe this will be a good day after all.” I’ll be the first to tell you, that in fact I was wrong.

It is mine. The golden sun that shines and kisses the tops of my shoulders. The wisps of white clouds traveling within a baby blue sky. The gentle breeze that coils itself around my arms providing relief from the warming sun. The sapphire sea and its serene waves rolling gently out to shore onto the finely grained sand. It is all mine.

The afternoon of December 03 was hot and sunny. Warm greetings across the neighbourhood could be heard. Delightful fragrance of cooking is everywhere. A warm breeze caresses the skin of the person putting Christmas lights in their houses. It is the time of the year again. Luminous lights in every color could be seen every night. However, in one certain residence, last night, their lantern loses its brightness.

It was like we were a couple of high school lovers in heat, until the heat got too hot to handle. It was soon after a major category four hurricane dealt us a glancing blow as it rolled up the east coast of Florida that we decided to pack a little lunch and take a ride over to the beach. It had dropped fifteen degrees after the storm and we had the whole beach to ourselves as I laid out a blanket and sat down to enjoy the last few hours of sunlight. The wind was just cool enough to instigate some heavy petting and it wasn’t long before we were thoroughly hot and bothered. We were like two teens in heat, the way we were grinding and kissing like it was something new, until she panted heatedly that I was going to have a wet spot on my shorts

I jammed my hands into my pockets as I squinted at the blurry mass of snow that swirled dizzyingly in front of my eyes. I cursed my lack of forethought about gloves as my hands grew colder and stiffer in my pockets. I had dragged myself out of my warm bed, slid across my icy porch, and slowly trudged down our unplowed street to my pond.

In the early morning, I took a deep breath in, a familiar scent filled my nose: a pungent odor of salt and a pinch of sulfur in the damp air. The droplets of briny seawater clung to my stubble as I peered into the storm. The fog overcame my sightlines, I could only see about fifty meters in the distance. As our vessel sailed through the choppy waters, I could make out what looked to be a wall of some sort. Suddenly, an alarm sounded behind me. Rapidly, I turned around to see why someone had triggered such a ruckus, Captain Byrne sat in the cockpit signaling for me to hurry back inside the boat, that’s when I noticed the seeming wall-like object was a wave. I pushed my way through the strong winds back inside to where the rest of the