Dustin Bombero: Accident Or Sacrifice?

Sammy lives in a town that is not adequate for his form of lifestyle which. The biggest building is the food store that he works at and the local church. Because of the lack of activities in the town Sammy thinks that the townspeople would go to the local beach. With the beach being only five miles away, Sammy thinks that it would be a popular pastime, but that is far from the truth because “there 's people in this town haven 't seen the ocean for twenty years” (322). The idea that the townspeople are content staying at home instead of going to a beach shows Sammy that they are stuck in a daily routine where nothing can be out of place. Breaking out of the norm is too farfetched for even his coworker Stokesie, who has no issues continuing the life that the town expects. At the age of twenty-two “Stokesie 's married, with two babies chalked up on his fuselage already” (321). Sammy is nineteen, and he feels as if

“I can’t go!” She screeched. No one was paying any attention to her. She was inside the vehicle headed for her fate. Colors whirled around outside her window. After a span of what seemed to be hours, she glanced up to see the words 1061 E. State Street plastered upon a green sign. Her heart fluttered in her chest. She stepped out of the car to see an all too familiar scene. Tall mossy trees, a sea of trash and moldy wood littered the neighborhood. She turned her head to see chief standing beside her.

They were your ordinary suburban family; two lovely parents who had great jobs and two kids who were good at everything. This family was often one you dreamt of being a part of. Perfect family-perfect lifestyle. You could catch Olivia rolling her eyes at the sight of them. The Donahue parents had great jobs at OHSU as medical researchers, and they needed a babysitter every day after the kids got home from school. Olivia loved the kids, and soon enough she got a job as a babysitter. Though the job was fun, and she got a healthy pay; she was also excited for her babysitting job at the Donahues to expire. The Donahue family lived in a quaint suburb of Portland. The street felt airy and calm. The sunlight came through their front windows and made the house glow like a lightbulb. Everyone who lived there was friendly and inviting. Every summer weekend there would be block parties. Amidst a sea of playing children were parents relaxing with a cold beverage. How fun it would be to be apart of the fun. The Donahue’s enjoyed their compact backyard and their recurring games of badminton. They enjoyed their cozy home with a fireplace and rescue dog, Roxy. Not to mention, they each looked like carbon copies of each other. Olivia gawked to Benjamin every day whining, “How are they that perfect?” Benjamin always laughed at her comments, he enjoyed how real she

There once was beautiful little mining town with a stream running right through the middle. When it was summer the children would play in it til’ they were called back for supper by their mothers. On those cloudless, cheerful summer mornings you could go out and smell the misty breeze coming off the water. It brushed past the trees and made them sway slightly as the trees rustled. The town was full of tiny little houses with quaint wooden porches and small picket fences to match. It’s the kind of town where everyone knows everyone else, and when you walk around you have to stop and say hello to at least ten people.

He was stripped from his happy, comfortable life and dumped in this twisted new reality in which there was no escape. He stood out, with his white cane and dark glasses. He could feel the stares as he walked along the street, the hairs on his neck standing straight. The feeling of incompetence was destructive, not just to him, but to his wife as well. Tina was always with him every waking moment, talking him through every problematic event - from accidentally stepping on the cat to a close encounter with death.

“Owwww,” I cried, with tears filling my eyes, like a big pool of water. I looked around but things started to get blurry because of the tears in my eyes.

December, 3rd, 1999, there was a fire Worcester, Massachusetts; that would ultimately change the fire service as they know it. The fire went from bad to worse, after the first alarm that went off, five more went as well; sending additional fire fighters out. Two firefighters from Rescue 1 who were first on scene got lost during the search when they were looking for two homeless people and for any fire extension. After more responders were dispatched to the scene two crew members from Ladder 2 and two other fire fighters from Engine 3, went in looking for the fire fighters that went missing and the two homeless people on the initial search. While they were in the fire

A simple life in this simple town was easy. Marylyn and Bobby, the children’s parents, had spent the warm, summer day inside. They were listening to The Mills Brothers on the brown radio with the perfect sound and crispy crackles of the station. They were talking about the many bills they had to pay that month as their voices slowly increased in volume. The kids, Donna and Little Jimmy, were outside annoying and nagging one another, until they heard their parent’s deep voices from the other side. As the kids stopped talking so did the parents. Silence arose between their paths and a lack of serenity was near. The earth underneath them had moved and the family heard a noise.

“Listen, you're the only witness we know of to be alive today that was at the scene. You’re the only guy left who can help us prove our case and crack this code! We need you to tell us who started the fire forty something years ago!” There were three bitter policemen, snarling at a young slender old man, choking him for answers. “Come on, we’re not gonna be here forever!” they snorted.

Mrs. Freeman continued to pick the onions and didn’t ask anymore questions. She wondered how Hulga’s date went. Her thoughts turned into daydreams of a young love she once had. She met Mr. Freeman when she was sixteen years old. She was on the porch of a general store, sweeping off dust and pine. Mr. Freeman was a son of a farmer, and with plans of farming in his future. He came into town to pick up seed for the harvest season. The small chat turned into meaningful conversation as weeks went by. The two teenagers went on careless dates by the countryside throughout the summer months. Mrs. Freeman avoided going into town to spend time with Mr. Freeman. Her high school peers liked to refer to country families as “trash”. They spent many nights watching the stars in the half farmed pasture. Soon, she forgot what it was like to go to car hops and sway back and forth to her bestfriend’s radio. Her life was quaint and simple. She was accustomed to

Here I am now, standing under these lights, I hear a thunderous applause, my heart is beating fast. Everyone is looking at me with a smile on the face. I can see my parents sitting in the front seats looking at me so proudly. They are glad telling other people that I am their daughter. After this hard time, I can finally speak like a normal person, not only that, and now my words can reach people’s hearts, change lives and bring hope to others who their lives turned into darkness so suddenly as what happened to me.

The town had been abandoned for many years, it was the town Mary Ann grew up in. She always loved the town of Rosemary Falls, but she moved away for college. Although she had many friends, the loss of her parents still left a void in her life. Mary Ann vowed that she would return to the town and fix it up. When she drove up to town, she sat in awe, it looked nothing like she remember, it was almost completely destroyed, almost post apocalyptic. When she walked up to her old house, she stood almost in tears, while memories of her childhood came back, flooding her mind. She could see the illusion of her mother sitting on the porch swing, while she and her father played catch.

People were disappearing from the city. It was a big city some of it had tall new buildings that only a fraction of its citizens had been in. Crisp blue skies and brand new cars, people dressed in nice suits and dresses lined the streets. Going from the nice big buildings on the left side of the city to the right the buildings got progressively smaller as the miles past and by the time you reached 15 miles and you have reached the outskirts of town there was a river. It seems pleasant on paper though along that river was inhabited by hundreds of families in close quarters, shacks constructed from cardboard, wood scraps, branches, tar paper, glass and old stones littered the area. The cardboard had to be replaced after every rain storm but

The dark gloomy night never seemed turn into daylight. The bright full moon was shadowing against the black starry sky. Robert sat on his chair inside his small bedroom mapping out his city. His family had just moved into town because they could not afford to pay the rent in Capital City. In addition, they had a reputation there that no one seemed to like. However, no one in Capital City ever tried to reach out to understand Robert’s family. Everyone seemed to judge his family from their appearance. In this new city, Robert wanted to start clean and fresh, possibly make some new friends, earn good grades, and explore different styles of food. Robert loved to cook everything and anything, whether that be his signature chicken alfredo pasta or his sweet crispy pumpkin pie, but once his grandmother passed away in a fire, he couldn’t find that passion for cooking anymore because it brought back memories he shared with her. That fire happened down on main street and the horrid image will never vanish from Robert’s mind. He wasn’t fast enough to save his grandmother who was inside the building and from then on, speed was the one trait that Robert practiced every morning. He wanted to be ready for any natural disaster that occurred because his ethic in life was to serve others whenever possible. After mapping out the new city, Sectionals Hayward, he had a better understanding where everything was. He knew where the big buildings were located, what street the main church was on, where the homeless people stayed, where the mall was, etc. He finally got up from his chair and headed towards the door. His door made sounds as if white chalk was being dragged down from a chalkboard. He walked into the kitchen and before he could get to the sink he heard his neighbors screaming once again. He thought to himself, “Why are they always shouting at one another? They have everything they possible can have; a nice big house with marble kitchen counters, spiral stairs to walk up to, nice clean outfits that they only wear once to school, and everyone loves Miley and Anastasia. As Anastasia walks down the hallways she gives compliments, “I love your hair...That’s a nice shirt you got there, where did you get it form… I loved her

It wasn’t like this small town was any sort of final destination, I told myself. I had invested a lot of hope into the idea of a fresh start, but not all of it. I had that desperate teenage need to escape, and thought of Ohio as a place to get away. I thought of it as a new life. A place to get away from the cramped stairwells, up to cramped apartments. A place to get away from the display case of city life. A place to get away from the clouds, those clouds that filled the sky. And so what? I told myself. So what if this isn’t the promised land? So what if you didn’t know what you liked about that place until you lost it? It’s still different, and It’s still not a final destination, right?