Descriptive Night Jones Research Paper

When summer starts, I always remember my first trip to Canada’s WonderLand. The best part about Wonderland is Levithan(Tallest Ride) which gave me the deepest first impressions. Before enter the seats, I saw a long lines of people waiting; showing how desperate they wanted to attend. At the last seconds before Levithan started, I felt adventurous and panic. Soon, the rides went up slowly to the tallest point, making me feel gravity-defying and panic. Then suddenly it dropped like the speed of thunder, it created exhilarating joy. As it went down, I heard the sounds of wind zipping in my ear ; I glanced at the carousel and shooting gallery. After the rides was finished, I smell the scent from the food booth;slushy, cotton candies and popcorn

A fiery sunset grows larger and taller as trees alight and black fog covers the sky. An unbearable heat hits me, I wheeze as ashy smoke fills my lungs. The last thing I hear is hissing in the trees before I fade into the

Fight for What is Right Fight for what you believe in while using your passion. When you believe in something so strongly, you must use your knowledge and passion to inspire others. In the story NightJohn By Gary Paulsen, he shows that passion is the most important thing to carry with you no matter what you are going through. John, a bold slave with many scars from previous masters, is bought by Clel Waller onto his plantation to work in the fields.

A giant navy blue blanket pulls over the sky with shimmering stars sew on as buttons. The boundless sky above held varying hues of vermilion rays striking through the soot covered cotton balls. The rays provided a weird warmth and reassurance that they would come back again. However, with much of the warmth and reassurance, tears ultimately still rolled down my face much like the rain droplets run down the glass panes. The swing moves back and forth to the pace of the tip of my feet, kicking off the bare black mat floor. With each additional creak of the moving swing, the accumulation of tears and snot intensified. A tingling sensation finds itself in my bright ruby nose from the jarring wind.

As lofty clouds lower their shoulders against the horizon, the sky likes to have its way with me, a warm front’s humid body slides along my skin, gently whispering against the arch of my back to curl around my waist and stretch along my spine.

The book Nightjohn by Gary Paulsen includes a sequence of events that provides stories of times prior slaves ran away. A girl named Alice—in her own land— was always wondering and was never really working as hard as the other slaves did. She came close to the white house and Waller caught her. Later in the flashback, a boy named Jim ran away, climbed up a tree, and the dogs ate at him —he died. Finally, a boy named Pawley was sneaking out to see a girl and got caught one night, and he ran away. The dogs started to chase after him, and ate him, but did not kill him. He bled to death and since he was not a breeder; Waller let him die. After, Alice ran away, and the dogs ate at her, Mammy sewed her up and she lived—it was a sense of hope for

The sky went dark, the first firework lights up the sky with its heart shaped, bright red show. As they went

“I saw an extremely strong, sparkling, fiery light coming from the open heavens. It pierced my brain, my heart and my breasts through and through like a flame which did not burn; however, it warmed me. It heated me up very much like the sun warns an object on which it is pouring out rays.”

The fearsome fire of the flaming sun illuminated the vast landscape of the world, incomprehensible in its magnitude. The sea itself seemed aflame, reflecting the final flare of a dying light. Blank, brown eyes stared out across this spectacle with inquisitive eyes. These eyes, albeit unconsciously, were avoiding what was most evident.

The sky was crying, wetting the scorched earth trying to heal its wounds. The jewels seeped deep into the core, breathing life where previously there had been none. I breathed the fresh smell and imagined that it could fix me too… but the precious drops dripped off me, repelled by my bright red

A cold, cold breath to rival the strong katabatic winds of the South Pole on the planet Earth swept through the Nameless Realm, turning the streams of silvery-blue fog to white rime. The Garden of Serenity surrendered to a deep stillness, befriending the darkness of a boundless space.

Already impressive during the day, the view was brilliant at night: a cascade of water flowed over a framework of semi-opaque glass with colored lights beneath, producing a brilliant rainbow of light (Carden). Surrounding structures were illuminated by lanterns and other electrical lighting.

Life was joyous, for the boy had not yet met with any calamities. The buoyancy in his happiness reflected his upbringing; slightly spoiled, yet well mannered. It was the boy’s eighth birthday; another year full of delight, but this year, his parents had intended to surprise him. As a collective, both the boy’s parents as well as most of his friends had decided to take the boy to an amusement park, as a sort of pre-party for his birthday party. They had planned to gather up parade balloons; giant elephants, giraffes and even rhinos, stuffing them with glitter and candy, then popping them, creating an abundant array of colours within the sky; one that would mimic a rainbow.

On the ground, occasional camera flashes provide the only sources of the light other than the yellow moon hung low behind thin scudding clouds in the lonely sky. A few airplanes whizzed by a while back at about five minute intervals, but the now-still sky casts a silence as enthusiasm for conversations momentarily ebb away. A pungent smell of seared meat and garlic drifts through the air, flooded with the smoky aroma of hot dogs and burgers. Kids jump up and down as teens and adults, including my brother and my parents, pull out their smartphones and cameras to angle them towards the night sky. People lie down on yoga mats to gaze up at the stars. Suddenly, I see brilliant soaring vermillion, golden and acrid green flares lighting minerals crafted to resemble flowers bursting at high speed. The crackle and pop could only mean one thing: the fireworks had begun.

Twirling around, the gown’s sparkling embroidered beads gleamed against the light, giving the illusion that the auroral, beaming stars in the sky shone against the dark, late evening horizon in her gown.