Is It Shutting Down?

A “survivor car” is what the newspapers called it, did not stop such notice; gathering from the darkness a moment of miracle, and then disappear for the next bend. Michaelist wasn’t even sure of the facts – he told the press about the incident. The yellow car the one going toward new york, approximating beyond, hurried back to myrtle’s location, and abruptly change target to the nearest obstacle in the road, colliding in a big speed and intensity, surrounding the road with metallic parts of a wrecked car.

“I stood there, trying to think of a comeback, when suddenly, I heard a whooshing sound, like the sound you get when you open a vacuum-sealed can of peanuts. Then the brown water that had puddled all over the field began to move. It began to run toward the back portables, like someone had pulled the plug out of a giant bathtub…. The boards began to come apart, and the loose mud under the walkways began to slide toward that giant bathtub drain”(Bloor 80).

Ford Pines listened as he tugged hard on the steering wheel of Stan 'O' War II. He could hear waves crashing violently against the wooden boat. He could hear hundreds of droplets of rain brutally smacking the ship,and his elderly ears could just about make out his twin brother Stanley expressing dissapointment that, thus far, he had made no money from the trip. To anyone who was not Ford, or Stan, these sounds would be startling and uncomforting. But the pair had gotten used to these sounds; after all, they had been on their expedition for over a month. And still, frustratingly, there was no sign of the source of the strange anomalies that Ford had detected at Dipper and Mabel's thriteenth birthday party. Ford and his brother had battled giant

The reverberation of gunshots and humans screaming and crying in trepidation pulverized his heart profoundly. The circumstance’s exigency drove Sgt. Salazar to move rapidly around the bank towards the front, where he got a clear view through the window from the outside.

When my brother distractedly replied, "Uh-huh," and continued reading, the other girl rolled her eyes, chuckled, and replied, "You retard."

The ceaseless passage of trains, grip-cars, trolleys, carriages—surreys, landaus, victorias, broughams, phaetons, and hearses, all with iron-clad wheels that struck the pavement like rolling hammers—produced a constant thunder that did not recede until after midnight and made the open-window nights of summer unbearable. (Larson 28)

At 12:01, with the echo of the last bell lingering in the air, the one-hundred pounds of dynamite hidden in the wagon exploded (Andrews, 2014). Shrapnel encompassed the immediate area; people were dropping everywhere. The structures nearby shook as the shock wave slammed through the exterior walls. The cloth awnings that overlooked the streets burst into flames (Bellows, 2007). Next, came a rain shower of glass that drenched the streets from the shattered windows. Nearby, World War I veterans experienced a scene of devastation very similar to that of the battlefields. They initially suspected that cause of such destruction had come from the skies (King, 2011). One witness wrote, “ It was a crash out of a blue sky, an unexpected, death dealing bolt which in a twinkling turned into a shamble the busiest corner of Americas financial center” (Gage 2002).

The patrolman put spurs to his horse. Dr. Winterbottom saw people in the park running toward Washington Place. A few seconds later he dashed down the stoop carrying his black medical bag and cut across the Square toward Washington Place. Dominick Cardiane, pushing a wheelbarrow, had stopped for a moment in front of the doors of the Asch building freight elevator in the middle of the Greene Street block. He heard a sound "like a big puff," followed at once by the noise of crashing glass. Reporter Shepherd, about to cross from the park into Washington Place, also heard the sound. He saw smoke issuing from an eighth-floor window of the Asch building and began to

As the Revolutionary War faded in Gunner’s memory, another image filled his mind. The smell was one they remembered from their adventures during the Revolutionary War. It was gunpowder! “Not another war”, was all Gunner could think. As Gunner looked down, he saw that they were dressed in a Union uniform….

“Frequently over this tumult could be heard the grim jokes of the critical veterans: but the retreating men apparently were not even conscious of the presence of an audience.”

A lone yellow stagecoach tracks across the Missouri sands, pulled by two exhausted, well groomed horses. The sharp crack of a whip is heard, and shouts of “Giddyup!” echo from the coachman. Inside, a passenger sits patiently, a stack of mail and goods beside him. A cloud of dust rises up behind the coach, and the constant motion of the wheels kicks up small rocks that fly like bullets.

The bright red fire truck sped through the streets filled with uniform, pale grey colored houses. The wheels skidded to a stop in front of a house that looked just like the others, as Beatty violently pulled the brake backwards. The men went tumbling backwards, as if the truck had just hit a brick wall in front of them.

A sudden light, it had killed the troopers who were once in the induced slumber the humble hums of the bus wheels had once caused, they had awoken. Loud roaring commands, firing in my ear. It was now just the norm, the pre-routine that had been drilled into the bee’s heads... Our heads. My ears started to ring. The bumbling excitement had roared up again and the lights shone against my eyes just like broad daylight did. I squinted, sheering away the fake

The Locomobile with the 2 men and dog occupants moves toward the vicinity of explosion. When they reach it they see people milling about. The fire trucks, police and cars are parked haphazardly about the street. (Reed, 49)

“Error, error… Capsulate, Sigma, Zeta, Upsilon, Omicron, 58324 has reached critical safety threshold. Memorex is now shutting down. Inhabitant will be released from Memorex sleep hold momentarily…