Laurel wasn’t exactly sure why there was a crowd gathering around the small house that served as the office building to the powerplant she rigged up. It was the only house in the walled town that had a big enough back yard for her to rig up some generators. When she started it was only a few generators but with the passing days, and with more people appearing at the gate, now most of the backyard held generators. “Excuse me, pardon me.” She would state in a polite voice as she made her way through the growing crowd. She would ignore the questions people were asking her, hell she didn’t even know what they were talking about. A sigh escaped her lips when she reached the steps that led up to the front door. Something someone asked caught her off guard, she raised a brow and turned her head to look at the crowd. “What do you mean the power it out?” She asked, her head shaking from side to side. As soon as asked the question everyone that was gathered around the small house tried talking at once. She closed her eyes, lifted her right hand and waved it lightly. “You all don’t have to speak at once.” She stated, she opened her eyes and looked at the crowed. Her left hand held on the the small railing. “One at a time.” She said with a slight nod of the head. She shifted her hand to point at someone, “I need to know how far the power …show more content…
“What the hell did you two do this time.” She Shook her head from side to side. Her head dropped to the side, a frown forming on her lips. “I can’t believe I put up with you guys.” She lifted her hand to her nose, pinched the bridge of her nose and uttered out a sigh. She took in a deep breath, exhaling it slowly. She took one step closer to the two men, her head tilting to the side. “Show me the damage you have done.” She stated in a calm voice, but deep down inside her annoyance level for the two was starting to
The day was filled with pandemonium and chaos. “My boss wouldn’t us leave. People were crying. All the radios and TV’s were on.” Kouski said. “It just wouldn’t stop.”
“Shit… Fuck… What did you do?” She mumbled under her breath as she pushed the male from the generator. “You fried it… How did you do that?” She turned her head to look over at the male, her brow slightly raised. “I thought I told you to keep an eye on it so it wouldn’t overload?” She turned around not allowing the man to answer her questions, she could careless what excuse he had. She throw her hands up into the air, a groan escaped her lips. She squatted down and began removing the front of the generator that protected the circuit board. “You better pray I can fix this.” She stated in an annoyed vice.
It was a normal day for Lilarose. “I was driving to school, listening to the radio, when suddenly it was interrupted. They were not sure what it was but they thought it was a terrorist attack,” she stated, recalling her memories from that tragic day. She had no idea what was going on, except for the radio informing her pieces of information.
Half the time there’s no electricity. I live five miles from school and gas costs nine dollars a gallon and we can’t use the pool anymore.” (Pfeffer, 54) Miranda, through this quote, states the major problems or conflicts ongoing within their society. School is about to close because hot lunches are running out and they are now resorting to just sandwiches, gas prices are skyrocketing because oil refineries are down and transportation is very expensive, and there is no electricity because of the severe
Anything simple would set their bottle of emotions off. They are being so strong. As I pack up and prepare to leave, the girl-who I leant her name was Robyn, asked me to join them and their group of friends. There were seven of them altogether.
While explaining the statistics of the outcome of the experiment, Craig Haney expresses, “65 percent of the participants obeyed the instructions of the "scientist" right to the end, obeying commands to administer shocks to the top level of 450 volts.” In addition, as the exiling of the least-liked member of the community began, the narrator of “Rocket Night” expresses, “I watched my daughter pry the boy’s fingers from his mother’s leg as two larger fifth-graders seized his waist and d This connection is evident through the mother's acceptance of her daughter forcefully removing the outcast child, displaying her desensitization to this event. To further add, the daughter's participation in this event illustrates the societal acceptance and the attempts to implement it into the lives of future
Laurels eyes glanced over the paper that was spread across the window, she wasn’t sure if someone put this up before or during the outbreak. She shook her head, it really didn’t matter now. She spotted a tiny hole that she would be able to look out and see which way the undead were walking. She peered out the tiny hole and watched as they head towards the direction of what appeared to be gunshot. She shook her head slightly, use your damn knifes she thought to herself. She turned to face Sawyer. “I say let's go for it.” She nodded her head slightly, a nervous smile spreading across her
Electricity has the power to change the world. For years J.P lived in his father's shadow, J.P outset is investing in Edison's light bulb and electric current. He hires Thomas to install over 400 light bulbs in his house after months of trial and error the house is ready to be shown knowing that it will be at the step of modern society. People didn’t understand
The headmistress no longer had to wonder from where young Miss Charlotte had received her attitude problem. She readjusted herself in her chair and cleared her throat. “At any rate, I’m glad to finally see that Mr. Smith had decided to participate in his children’s education. I see Ms. Tyler fairly often for various offenses, but this is the first time all of your children have been disruptive in the same day,” she directed at Mr. Smith.
A deliberate cough escaped her throat, “Excuse me?” she spoke her voice, but her statement disappeared among the noise of the other conversations. Standing her ground, she repeated herself louder — the same result as before. The ebony haired woman scrunched her face in exasperation, realizing she had no choice.
Stacy don’t open the door." Timmy whispered in a frightened voice. "I won't sweetheart I wont." As I pushed my back against the wall broken glass had splattered above my head and all over me. As soon as I felt the strange man grabbing my hair I stood up, away from the dangerous guy. "What do you want? Don’t hurt these innocent children!" As I yelled in a tone that I had never yelled in before, the threatening man opened the door. As soon as I noticed he had opened the door I stood in front of the children's desk with my hands held apart one to the left, as one to the right. "Please stop!" I yelled in a frightened voice. "Move out the way lady!" As the perilous man pushed me to the side he picked up the desk. Sarah still curled up in a ball. I noticed him picking her up. "Mrs. Stacy please don’t let him take me! Stop I don’t like you dad!" I was in shocked to hear Sarah's words coming out of her mouth. "Don’t come near me lady!" As Sarah's dad was about to leave the room I threw a chair at her dad's back. "Put her down I said!" As I shouted to him, he had left me unconscious there sitting on the
I did not predict the apology that fell from his lips, an apology a million times over rehearsed out of regret. I did not interrupt, nor draw away my attention, not even when his speech bubbled with tears and his beard coated over their sparkle. I waited until he was done before opening my true mouth, gobbling up his head and escaping the ward with what little remained of Mother.
Dorothy Allison's voice is one of authenticity, experience, and wisdom. This is apparent in her recounts of her mother's death and rape by her abusive stepfather as a child. She uses her storytelling as a way of sorting out her inner demons and memories of her broken life, “the [story] I wish I could make you hear,” as she says, because “the need to tell [her] story was terrible and persistent, and [she] needed to say it bluntly and cruelly, to use all those words, those old awful tearing words” (39, 42). She strives to get to the root of her own unresolved issues and, by her own admission, “[works] to make you believe [her]”:
His mind reeled in such agony that he dropped the blade he had drew and clamped his hands over his ears, slamming his eyes shut as the voice grew louder. "...As for why you are here, what you are looking for...I do not know. But I have a guess as to what you want." So loud. "...I did not think you would take so long." His jaw clenched as his teeth crushed together, his knees almost buckling. What was she doing? It was all...
Accordingly, the city encounters blackouts throughout the book: “There had been five blackouts in a row during the week. They were all fairly short—the longest was four and a half minutes”(157). Jeanne DuPrau writes this indicating that the city is falling apart. Doon is involved in this problem by exclaiming a point to the mayor: “‘The blackouts...the lights go out all the time now!’”(13). Society is falling apart for the people because they just don’t have basic human necessities like light, power, and even canned foods. The only way they can preserve their future is through their determination. With determination, people can see the problem like Doon did and fix the problems like the generator. It can also lead to a way out, exactly what Doon and Lina