Fog Short Story

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.

Brimblecombe, P. (1981). Long term trends in London fog. The Science of The Total Environment Online, 22(1), 19-29. doi:10.1016/0048-9697(81)90078-4

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

It’s pouring down outside. The quiet old blocks are penetrated with musky November fogs. Two or three pedestrians dart out of the FamilyMart (a convenience store) at the corner, and perhaps because of the dark sky and muddy roads, they do not have any relaxed expression on their faces. I can sense their impatience and indifference as they pass me by face to face, though I stand in a relatively distinguishable

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

One-thirty on a Thursday morning. I laid in bed worrying, after watching John rush to Main Street for a fire call. My head spun as the pager near my head continued to dispatch calls. “Be careful on the roof Watson, I can see light through,” Feltner’s voice echoed. Ambulance sirens boomed down a four-block stretch of Main Street. My body sprung from the bed and hurried out and down the block. My face began to fill with heat. Just then another page came through, “I know idiot, I put it there.” It was John’s voice. I felt relief and began to walk back down the sidewalk to our home. I heard a young girl screaming for her dog, hysterically. Finally, back in my house, I completely forgot that I had left the two girls upstairs. Thankfully,

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.