Fog Short Story

The fog represents an escape from reality where one cannot see reality and one becomes less aware of the real world. As Bromden begins to realize the hospital is treating its patients in an abnormal manner and his awareness grows, he requires this fog to hide himself from this appalling truth. However, fog is not literal; Bromden is schizophrenic and hallucinates the fog to slip from reality, considering it as a safe space and it says, “See the first wisps of it come seeping out from under McMurphy’s bed. I hope he knows enough to hide in the fog,” (Page 89). This fog also portrays the mindset that is being imposed on the patients by Nurse Ratched from the shameful treatments and deranged routines, to ensure that they refrain from rebelling

Jefferson became governor of Virginia in 1779, where he stayed for two terms. For a lot of this reign, it was the midst of the American Revolution and he had to handle the many intrusions made by British invaders. Thomas had no military experience causing him to have difficulty handling these situations, but that wasn’t all though. The state constitution did not give the state’s chief executive` enough power to help in a situation like this. After Benedict Arnold invaded, thousands of his troops made Virginia their home. Jefferson felt horrid over everything that had happened, leading people who didn’t understand his position to believe he was a useless leader.

Spokane's Hugo's on the Hill is a vintage-style bowling alley and arcade serving classic American eats. Starters, like the totchos, tater tots topped with chili, cheese, salsa and avocado-ranch sauce and the turkey trio sliders are tasty and excellent to share. Entrees include the lime-coconut green curry prawns served over basmati rice, the Greek stuffed chicken filled with feta, pine nuts and sun-dried tomatoes and the Portobello mushroom ravioli with boursin cheese. The seafood melt, filled with crab, artichoke and a cheese blend and the Kobe beef burger topped with cheddar and Swiss are diners' favorites. Hugo's on the Hill also serves a variety of customizable pizzas, as well as an all day breakfast menu.

In the article, "Like Black Smoke" by Diana Childress, and the article, "A World Turned Upside Down" by Mary Morton Cowan, like black smoke talks about the similarities and differences of the two articles purpose, main idea, and pattern of organization. The authors purpose in "Like Black Smoke" is to show how the Black Plague spread far. Diana Childress explains, "Following the 14th- centuries trade routes, the Black Death swept across Europe, North Africa, and the Middle East," showing that is spread across three continents. On the other hand, the authors purpose in "A World Turned Upside" by Mary Morton Cowan is to show how the Black Death affected Europe. Mary Morton Cowan explains, "The bubonic plague, which in just four years killed

A group of friends were walking in the woods in the dark so they couldn’t see anything, then they found a place to rest at. They fell asleep and something wake them up, so they took off running in different places, then one of them screamed really loud so the others took off toward the scream. One of them got over there and he seen something walking around him so he grabbed his friend and they run to somewhere that they thought they were safe but they saw the monster walking toward them so they held their breathe so it couldn’t heard them or see.

Meanwhile, Amy Salinsky, Russ Thompson, Ron Thompson and I were walking through the towering jungle that was our backyard. Suddenly…. We see this monstrous machine with blades coming at us and we run away and Russ tells me twerp you better start running for the hills if you wanna live and Ron said bro stop being a jerk..The fierce wind scaring my sister Amy, and then Russ tells everyone to follow him and then knowing that we could die we run the opposite direction of this thing with monstrous blades. Then something or someone scared the thing away.

We’re running through the inky black darkness for what seems like an eternity, we are running out of energy- I’m panting. We slow, eventually stopping, our eyes darting around looking for an exit, nothing. Then we hear the thudding footsteps growing louder so that it sounds echo all around- we are trying to find its origin but we can’t. My friend panics and breaks out in a run yelling for us to follow. One by one we follow running deeper in to the seemingly endless darkness.

The sirens were sounding, people panicking and running around. The speaker comes on “CODE RED, CODE RED!!! We have a leak in the reactor. We need to evacuate NOW!!” I started to run but then it all went silent....

I started running, faster and faster my short legs went. Until I reached the end of our town, which was a massive television screen displaying everyone's life. I started to get concerned for Chris he was no where to be seen. Suddenly Ary popped up on the television screen and began an announcement,

“MUM! Wait!” I yell. My throat is sore, partly from the yelling, but mostly from the running. The thick, night fog blocked my vision of the path ahead completely, only allowing the occasional glow of the street lamps barely come in sight. I don't remember why I’m running or where I’m headed exactly, just that something is going to happen. Something bad; but what? I trust my instincts to guide me through the maze of eerily empty streets and parked cars. I thought I’d seen something move in the corner of my eye, that’s when I hear the deafening explosion to my right. I cower beneath my arms, ready to anticipate the blazing heat of the supposed flames. I don’t feel anything. I realize why. Towering above me, a pair of worried eyes cautiously

As I drove downtown to visit Carol and Lee, I looked for a back way back in which would mean that I wouldn’t be seen. I wandered around for a while, eventually finding their house situated a few hundred yards from a McDonald on Bragg Boulevard and saw an alleyway behind the restaurant. I went to McDonald, where I waited a while before exiting into the back alley to see if I was followed. When I was convinced that it was all clear, I leaped over the fence into Carol’s backyard and up to the door.

Nobody lived on Deadweather but us and the pirates. It wasn’t hard to understand why. For one thing, the weather was atrocious. Eleven months out of twelve, it was brutally hot and humid, with no wind at all, so on a bad day the air felt like a hot, soggy blanket smothering you from all sides.

“wait, wait” he ran after me and slid in front of me blocking the door. He grabbed the door handle with one hand and slowly drew the other hand to the top of his head. He started to tug on his hair and seemed to be pulling off his head. No, it was a mask. And I immediately recognized

It all started going wrong for John, Sam and Joseph, when they started to hear sputtering from the engine's core. Their stomachs dropped as they started to plummet to the ground. It all happened in a flash as the cargo from the plane fell out of the back. The plane makes contact with ocean and they soon realize the plane is starting to fill up with water. “Are you guys okay?!” shrieked John. “Yeah I'm fine.” replied Sam. “Guys!!” Yelled Joseph. “I am trapped under the seat, and I can't move my leg.” “Were coming.” Yelled Sam and John, but just then the plane broke in two and they lost sight of Joseph. Sam and John were panicked, but had to get out of the plane so they broke down the plane's door and grabbed two life jackets and bolted out. The current was strong, but the adrenaline overcome Sam and John while they were swimming for their lives.

Do readers believe that any one person can turn their life into something beautiful, even when all they have seen in their life is ugly? Based on this non-fiction poem the narrator finally realized his life wasn’t as bad as it could be. In Baca’s “Cloudy day,” readers find a speaker very attuned to the outer world while being incarcerated. Born in New Mexico of Indio-Mexican descent, Jimmy Santiago Baca was raised first by his grandmother and later sent to an orphanage. A runaway at age 13, it was after Baca was sentenced to five years in a maximum security prison that he began to turn his life around: Jimmy learned to read and write and unearthed a voracious passion for poetry.