So, 30 minutes pass by and we stop at a light and there appears to be a entrance back to the tollway but it was dark and difficult to see clearly. The stoplight turns green and we go pass the light and all of a sudden we are surrounded by these enormous walls and in front of the car is a warning sign. In bright red writing the sign says “All violators will be processed and prosecuted! Proceed with caution or be you will be fined.” Julissa hastily puts the car in reverse and backs up into the middle of the intersection behind us and speeds into the nearby neighborhood. The houses around us looked sketchy and run-down. Ale climbs over the middle console and sits in the back seat with her blanket over her head and her headphones on, blasting music. Julissa is freaking out and is on the brink of having a panic attack so I tell her to pull over. I make her sit in the passenger seat while I try and figure out what to do. At this point Ale is useless and Julissa is too stressed to make any decisions, so I decided that I would be responsible for us getting home instead of just sitting back watching all of this unfold in front of me. Using my phone, I found a way to get to the Steven’s apartment without having to go through any tolls. Navigating through Houston we eventually fall into silence from the exhaustion of the lengthy trip.
The guy who wiped the other guy came back and he said “The ship is about to sail” I think by ship he means this floating house and the guy next to me explained that the ship is about to go over the seas. A few hours later a guy came down but this wasn’t the same guy he came down and got around 30 people out of this dark room at first I thought they were free but a few hours later when it was dark the people came back into this dark tight room. It’s probably midnight now and it’s freezing and I am naked and so is everyone else.
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
Sometimes The Bad is Really The Good 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.
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.
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
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.
I ducked down so he could not see me. All I hear was the man running but he didn't make it. The man was dead, his back on the ground, his right leg under him and his one eye open the other with a star shaped hole.
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....
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.
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.
“Woah, what is this?” Elliot is amazed, he has never seen anything like this. Out of nowhere, he hears something from the woods behind him. He turns around as quickly as he could and said ,“ Hello, is anyone there?” it was dead silent. His heart started to race and he started to feel scared so, he turned around and started running the opposite side from where he heard the noise from. He kept hearing a walking coming closer and closer almost as there is someone chacing him but everytime he would turn around there was nobody
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
Sensing danger, I wanted to flee, but fear froze my legs. A familiar figure appeared from the