Inferences To Make About Donna From The Pinto '

One way Stephen King increased the sense of horror and suspense in the excerpt is by adding a time limit and details. For example, when Cujo was about to jump into the open window next to Tad's seat and when Donna tried to close the window. This was an example of the time limit that I said earlier because Donna had to be fast when closing the window, if she was too slow then Cujo would've gotten into the car and they would die. This is shown in the text in paragraph 32 where it says, "...moving with such a hard muscular spasm that she cracked her fingers on the window crank. She turned it as fast as she could, panting, feeling Tad squirming beneath her." When Donna noticed Cujo moving toward Tad's window, she rushed toward the window and tried

She’d been taunting her husband, their whole relationship because she didn’t really love him, and she cheated on with Tom and still had Tom coming to the garage. Before the end of her journey, her neighbor Michaelis heard her yell at her husband saying, “Beat me!” he heard her cry. “Throw me down and beat me, you dirty little coward.” She yelled this possibly because her husband had her locked up inside their garage. She’d been shouting at and running away from her husband when she’d been struck by a car.

1. I think Donna finally lets loose with this expression of terror, even though she is now relatively safe in the car because she processes thing slowly and she was shocked or holding pressure. First, in paragraph 23 it states, "And suddenly it occurred to her that if she had not automatically rolled her window up as she brought the Pinto to a stop (something her father had insisted on: stop the car, roll up the windows, set the brake, take the keys, lock the car), she would now be minus her throat. Her blood would be on the wheel, the dash, the windshield." This tells us she is somewhat relieved that she is somewhat away from the dog. Next, she is focusing on the dog and even though she is in the car, they are still in danger. She can't get

Christofer was asleep in the carriage but was soon awaken by cold and dirty tire splatter from a rushing SUV passing by in the street. Tamara froze in terror due to her child’s unfortunate mishap. Being the overprotective mother that she was, she put Christofer in her jacket and zipped it up. Tamara held Christofer with one hand in her jacket and pushed the carriage with the other. Regardless of her current situation, Christofer’s safety was her main priority. The last block was approaching after the cross light. With relief and little to no patience, she put Christofer back into his carriage and ran into the street with no sight or direction. She continually ran into the street and suddenly there was a loud screech followed by a massive thud. It appeared to be a Jeep with drunken tattooed Latinos speeding into the mother and her child’s direction. Christofer was knocked across the parallel streets side. Tamara was knocked to the ground, unconscious, without her child. The sirens blared loudly into the messy streets and knocked fallen autumn leaves into the air. The paramedics rushed to the accident

Wendy needs him. Looking around, everywhere, for many thousands of square miles, the trees were all one thing, like a massive river, green and blue-green colors everywhere blending, always and the same scene in every direction. He could see in the foreground the fog moved in low, swirling and twisting towards Wendy at an alarming rate. She seemed not to notice it. Just fleeting seconds had passed when she screamed a second time. This scream was different from the first one. This one had a full blown terror sound to it, much more worse than the first one she produced a few minutes before. Pushing off the car and bolting forward like a race track dog who’s starting box gates have swung upward to open, hence releasing the dogs. And there it

She opens her eyes for a second. The trees flew out of the dark night, passing the car in a fraction of a second. She panic's, thrashing her hands toward the ceiling of the car bracing for an unknown impact. The only thing she can hear is a ringing a, a high-pitched whistle. She looks over at her passenger, she looks calm, as if she didn’t even know any of this was happening. She turns her head to look at Gabby trying to tell her something, but she couldn't make out the words.

So she stumbles to the front of the truck cab, sitting heavily in the passenger seat. She doesn’t have time to put on her seatbelt when the truck gives a lurch like your stomach falling on a rollercoaster. The feeling makes her think of planes dropping out of the sky and houses lighting on fire in your sleep. It’s the horrible, anxious feeling of finding out that you just spent all of your money to go to the wrong side of town and now you have to walk home in the rain, or of a semi truck’s tires leaving the ground to slide 200 feet on its side, which so happens to be your side, leaving asphalt and metal in its path like the tail of a comet. The world is dark and scary and so, so loud that all Kali wants is to curl up in her mother’s arms and she wishes more than anything else in the world that she’d just begged to stay at that diner, that she’d gone home with Mary, and left her stranger-father to race too fast up the canyon in the dark

She was experiencing the entire event as a hallucination and delusion causing her to believe that the event going on in her mind was completely real. She believed that her family members had died, and that the demons were beginning to take over the world. Her paranoid experience created a great deal of fear within her, which is something that became very difficult for her to overcome.

The trucker doesn’t see “Rudy.” Not trusting the trucker, she leaves. “METHEAD” stops to pick her up. He also doesn’t see Rudy. When Methead tries to force her into his car, they struggle. She’s hit on the head and faints. She wakes up in the driver’s seat of the man’s car. Rudy sits next to her telling her they have to leave. There’s blood all over Girl. She realizes that “Rudy” killed Methead.

Narrator: I got a hold of the wheel trying to avoid the black sudden figure. The whole shebang seemed to be in slow motion as I heard the tires screech across the road and the thump on the car. Daisy suddenly released the wheel and enclosed her face with her hands as she realized what she just did. The car was silent up until we reached Daisy’s home, and it wasn’t until at that point of time that the severity of what had

Albert parked the car in a parking spot, then quickly swivelled to his companion. “Go get him out of there.” Laura agreed nervously, shooting her hand through her black hair and down the back of her neck. She shut the door softly and stared at the roadhouse on the other side of the street. Her face glowed from the neon lights at Rick’s dance bar. There was the sound of laughter when she opened the outside door a couple of minutes later and when she opened it again later on. A man was next to her in the lighted doorway. Two pairs of footsteps came along a gravel pathway then, and over to the parking lot.

Cori dashed out the door, the air outside became deafeningly still as he reached the car. There was a moment of perfect silence as he flung the door open and jumped in, a single twist of the wrist and the car bolted in reverse. He managed to make it all of 5 feet before everything went white, the house dissipated in a quiver of fire, smoke, and then ash. His car was blown off the oath and flew upside down in the air, he bent his arms over his head in an attempt to stop the force of impact.

She yanked the keys out of the ignition. It’s was just dark as she stumbled for the door grasping for breath. Her hands were shaking so bad, she had to two fist the key to get it into the lock. She burst into a fresh wave of sobs as she bursted into the door. She close the door and sank to the sobbing. She was still just the foolish little girl at ran around making the prefect prom. She just turned it into the prefect sale.

Viola came across the Metal Bridge and it to her, it seemed like a shot cut to her hide out. She drove the car onto the bridge, even though it said no vehicles. She started looking out for the Bridge patrol but it seemed to her that they were off duty. She drove fast not realizing the That the bridge sung it started to scream and shout random words. and the pavement was sharp and the tires popped. the whole car started to swerve and she wasn't even fully on the bridge.she stop and got out the dcar covering her ears and a man walked up to her

In the late 1960’s Ford Motor Company, losing ground to the Japanese imports, Ford needed to design a vehicle that could compete against Japanese imports in sales. Wanting to release the vehicle in 1971, Ford decided to design and produce the Ford Pinto in twenty-five months instead of the normal forty-three. In doing so, Ford was unable to complete a crash safety test on the rear of the vehicle until the vehicle was produced. When the test was finally completed, it was found that the rear collision did not meet expectations as compared to other vehicles of the same class and of the same era. It was discovered that the vehicle had a high probability of catching fire when struck in the rear at speeds exceeding twenty miles per hour due to a rear bumper bolt rupturing the fuel tank at impact. Ford engineers researched a solution to the issue that would have cost the company approximately eighteen dollars per vehicle by installing a baffle that would reduce the chance of fire significantly. However, before implementing the measure, Ford decided to perform a cost analysis that weighed the cost of installing the baffle on all of the vehicles through recall or during production, versus the estimated cost in lawsuit