Essay

Climbing into the back of the mysterious truck I notice that the metal thing has moved so I scanned the compartment to find it and it is nowhere to be found and I’ll be damned if I am waiting around for this thing to find me. I run back to my truck and decide to take off before anything else can go wrong. I made it about five miles out of town and then I hear a loud BANG! and all I can think is that this metal thing got into the back of my truck. Nervously, I pull over to the side of the road and run to the back of my truck and yank the door open…and there it is. In that moment, I saw that it was a robot. This is something I’ve only heard of in books and I had no idea what to do. “Hello, Reginald. How are you? How may I help you today?” WHAT THE HELL IS THIS THING, I scream in my head, HOW DOES IT KNOW MY

Sirens. Loud, too loud. My head feels fuzzy. The world is spinning. So dizzy. What happened? I remember her swerving, but something still hit us. I don't remember what it was though.

Her voice was drown out by the closing of the window and Rita’s foot on the gas pedal. Rita could not even imagine what the woman would do if she was able to get into the car. Not only was Rita’s heart beating extensively fast, but the car was going exponentially fast. Due to Rita’s heightened anxiety and fear, her ability to fathom the events, her mind was not focused on the road. Thus, a louder thud came from the car hitting a pole and falling into a grassy

There was nothing I could do, it was too late. The last minute of the collision was like a dance as the two vehicles twisted and circled and then embraced each other as they slumped to the ground with such power. The noise of the crash rang in my ears. Glass flew in every direction. I screamed over the music. I was paralysed in terror as the heavy metal truck crushed onto the top of my car. All I could taste in my mouth was the numbing sensation of warm, salty blood. Out of nowhere the dark red substance was all over me, it oozed from every place of my body. I closed my eyes and wondered if I was going to die. The last thing I could recall before I passed out was a blue bird swooping through my car window, then blackness filled my head as it hit the steering

By this time, his eyes were pinched closed against the immense headache caused by all the terrible noise. He didn’t even register the Semi’s blaring horn as the car veered into its path. The extent of the impact was enough to cause both of them to lose consciousness.

In the blink of an eye, they reached a curve and the driver swerved. They skidded off the cliff and plunged into the void.

He grabs the gash and pulls it up to put his car in park. He gets out and walks in the wet dirt to get to the other side of his blue mustang, He opens the door to Allina’s door.

Shaking and aching I slowly crawl out of the wind screen, and lay on the ground. Sitting down, I could see the full extend on the car crash. The car twisted around the big old, rugged tree. Glass scattered everywhere. A trail of blood leading to me.

She briefly considered stopping near the next car. She realized the futility of that plan. She'd have to drive until she saw a house. She knew she would be regretful to wake one up, but there was no hope otherwise, she needed ay to the main road.

He looks back to the road to see dark tire skid marks on the road, and, after following them, a stopped car. From a distance, it looked completely intact, but a woman could be seen in the driver’s seat. She was slumped over an air bag and unconscious by the looks of it.

Over the years, many businesses and aid organizations have given numerous resources and financial support towards affected communities. These businesses and organizations are what many establishments look to in order to help the citizens living in the area. Sometimes cities and towns do not have enough money and human help to care for those in need, so the best option for a great outcome is to search for businesses and organizations that will give resources to relieve the threat of destruction. In an article by Suz O’Donnell, she discusses reasons as to how businesses and aid organizations can help those in need during a hurricane crisis. O’Donnell’s background as a business leader is important to this article because it makes her stance

Just as I turn my head to look out the window, I see a red blur disappear behind the houses in front of me. It returns, and I make out the shape to be the very truck I’ve been waiting for. It’s a very common car, but this one is uniquely distinguished. With its cherry red paint and rusted embellishments, this particular ford ranger couldn’t hide from a blind man, and I certainly could never mistake it for another, so I fly out of the door and half run down my driveway until my fingers find the black handle. A hard jerk upward and a loud pop can be heard, informing me that the door can be opened. I lift a foot high in the air and find that a little square of the step is enough to propel my body weight up into the seat. Before I have the chance to turn around, I’m welcomed with a familiar, “Hello, girlfriend.”

Despite how much we think we know about ourselves as people, can we say with one-hundred percent certainty that we know where we come from? We have the resources to determine our DNA origin. Researchers have found that in the oldest root of the female genetic family tree, every woman is found with the genetics of a woman named Scientific Eve and the men are found with the genetics of a man named Scientific Adam. This is the oldest DNA we have discovered which is about 6000 years ago but according to “The Tech Museum Of Innovation” these two people have lived longer up to 100,000 years ago. These two people originated from Africa. Researchers believe that humans left Africa between 60,000 and 200,000 years ago and migrated. These humans

Maxsar use a small device and show a hologram of their contract. "Actually we can. The contract stated at the bottom. If you fail to conceive your son's child first. We can take over your body or use it for our own experiments, in anyway we see fit." Maxsar point his finger at a tiny symbols. "It's kind of funny nobody manage to decipher our language."

I see the guy from the other car get out. He is dressed in all black. He takes off running along the narrow road. I hear loud screeching. Its metal scraping on metal. Without thinking I tell my friend to go get help.