3:00 P.M., the frigid rain darted down similar to ice shards and I could hear the merciless howl of the wind. Every step soaked my shoes as I walked down the flooded brick road, I felt myself beginning to drag my feet through the icy water. In spite of the weather, today is quite a memorial day, my war acquaintance back approximately 40 years ago has died peacefully in his deathbed, even the weather reflects the atmosphere flawlessly. 15 minutes till the funeral starts, I began to sprint and on every step a splash of water shot up, soaking my pants. Everlasting, the consuming darkness shadowed me and I felt the presences of a haunting soul lingering behind me. Similar to a magnet, I attract lifeless souls surrounding me, one of the numerous
It was a cool, rainy October night. The wind slightly blowing against shaking trees causing autumn leaves to drift in the air. The rain pitter-pattered on parked cars as if it was a song. The air was still crisp. It was around 11 o’clock at night when Maddie was walking home from her night job at Lucy’s Cafe. She normally took the bus, but tonight she had to close and the buses don’t run that late. She figured it was only a mile, she could just walk home. The sound of the rain got louder, the rain was getting harder and the wind getting more vicious. She knew something was off. She began to hear sounds of puddles being walked through on the sidewalk behind her. She slowly turned around, but no one was there. She speeded up her pace and kept walking forward, determined to get home. She began to hear footsteps on the cold, wet road this time. She quickly put her phone in her hand about to call her mother. She knew someone was behind her. Just as she started to run, she quickly felt a cold rush through her spine. It felt as though she had been turned to ice. Maddie’s legs became weak and she couldn’t stand. Everything went blurry, then black.
I took my suit jacket off and hastily shoved it into my backpack. I smiled as the air hit my body and started to dry the sweat that had gathered from wearing the suit jacket for three hours. Looking outside I saw what I expected. The grey lifeless clouds of the English winter hung over us and the almost freezing temperatures,
In July 1993 Hardin, Missouri it was a day like other in the small town . The day was gray and the dark clouds covered the enormous sun. It started to rain,but what they didn’t know was that the storm was going to get worse! The little river in Missouri was the one that started it all. Water rushed faster than my mom on Black Friday, into their homes. The people rushed out of their homes. The storm got worse,but what they didn’t think of was that there was a little problem the dead was going to rise but they would not walk but float! This is what happened the water rushed to the cemetery and made the coffins of the towns loved ones had came up in the surface
We should always keep honoring our veterans because they are braver than anyone else in the world. On Veterans Day or Remembrance Day as some people say we should celebrate it as one of the best holidays because no one else has had the guts to do all veterans did. They fought harder than anyone else, they worked harder than anyone else, and they are braver than anyone else. We should be respectful to every veteran. If you ever see someone that you know is a veteran then you should thank them. They should be remembered forever for what they did. I am glad that when they moved the holiday, the people did not like it and it was moved back to the right day. I think it just seems more respectful to have it on the right day. Veterans day
Hence, we go back to May 13, 1938, when an act was approved to make the 11th of November a legal holiday. This day was dedicated to world peace and was later called “Armistice Day”. It was originally designed to honor veterans from World War I. However, World War II was a war that had caused the greatest mobilization of soldiers, sailors, marines, and airmen in American history. Therefore, on June 1, 1954, it recognized American veterans from all wars and thus, it was soon was called Veterans Day. On June 28, 1968, the Uniform Holiday Bill was signed to ensure a three-day weekend to all federal employees where Veterans Day would be observed on Monday. With that, on the first veterans day there was a lot of confusion whether to celebrate it
The wounded were coming into the post, some were carried on stretchers, some walking and some were brought on the backs of men that came across the field. They were wet to the skin and all were scared. We filled two cars with stretcher cases as they came up from the cellar of the post and as I shut the door of the second car and fastened it I felt the rain on my face turn to snow. The flakes were coming heavy and fast in the
I’m walking now. At five in the morning with rain pouring down, I’m walking to the factory. My boots not only gush into the trash, but slosh in the mud the rain creates. I’m hugging this journal close.
The red flashing lights eluded the oozing thick, pasty, dark crimson liquid, which cascaded from their warm bodies on the floor imprinted dirty with footsteps, creating a puddle children could play in. I tried to look back, but a gust of steam emerged along the hallway, burying each dead body like it was a funeral. It delivered an urgent memo that I had to run, not for pleasure, but for my life. Too many times today have I stared death directly in the face and too many times have I gotten away from the inevitable daunting truth that lurks through the shadows trying to drag and crush me under its weight. I can safely say that compared to running forever, dying doesn’t seem that bad. But I can’t give up, and I’m not going to give up. I need to
An electric shock runs through me, rain. I grab my notebook and rush out to my trusty front porch. Long gone is the smell of dirt. A new smell takes place, this calming smell of mud, minerals rising once more, awakening from their deep slumber that lasted through the dry spell also known as summer. I inhale deeply, excitement zips through my veins bringing my body to life. My leg starts to jump up and down speedily, my heartbeat picks up. A gigantic smile spreads across my face as my eyes stare out into the soft drizzle of the rain. Another shiver runs through me as the wind picks up gently once again. I look up to where the droplets seem to gently descend from. As I look up I see blue fighting with gray, nature not quite choosing which one would rule over the
As I sit on my covered deck listening to the rain pelt the deadening trees that surround me, I’m not surprised to find a smile forming on my lips. My charming two story house is tucked away on little old Cambridge Street, beautifully located on the outskirts of Cresco. The sun has set, making the sky as dark as the devil’s eyes. A sudden flash of light jolts me alert, the deep rumble of thunder roars to life seconds later matching the rhythm of my heart beat. The sweet, fresh, and powerfully evocative smell of rain is so soul capturing; it leaves you with nothing but pure freedom. As I stick my hand out from underneath the covered deck, I’m shocked to find the rain to be as cold as a penguin’s home. The heavenly sound of laughter coming from
Adrenaline raced through my veins as I stood in freezing flood water that was currently spilling into my mud boots, transporting stranger’s belongings from floor to floor to attic. I watched as people frantically moved their furniture, animals in cages, and terrified kids upstairs, the safest location possible. Gelid rain droplets slid off my hood and down my cheek, leaving a trail of ice cold water. After several hours of helping, I became weaker as everything became heavier. My shoulders trembled and my knees felt as though they would give up on me any second. Anxiety began to develope as I looked around and take in the overwhelming nature of my surroundings.
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The nerves in my stomach were coming back, the figure in the yellow coat, who by this time was standing beside me with the car door open, told me to get in on the driver’s side. I hesitantly got out of the car, put my jacket over my head to try and keep dry and ran around the front of the car to get in on the other side. In the ten seconds it took me to get from the passenger’s side to the driver’s side of the car, I noticed that the my jeans were drenched with rain from my knees too my ankles. My sneakers were wet and I began to feel to cold water dripping down my socks to my heel. I got into the car and hurriedly slammed the door of the car, not noticing that my jacket was stuck.
It is 6 am, and the people of the town awoke to find tons of water pouring into their already dilapidated homes with a deafening roar. Outside, winds of insane speeds battered the homes while icy, awe-inspiring yet daunting water rushed through the streets. As the water levels rose relentlessly, they struggled to escape what was once a safe haven, aware that staying behind meant certain death. The ones that could swim fought to reach the sparse high-rise buildings, but upon arriving found others already there, eliminating any chance of reaching safety. Weak, tired, and terrified, they watched as around them friends and family succumbed to the indomitable flood water. Others screamed for help that wasn’t there, on the brink of insanity. The
It had been a chilly morning, around 20-30 degrees fahrenheit, and we had been ordered in our athletics class to run over to the high school 's football stadium to get ready to do the bleachers. The worst thing about the cold weather, is that they provided sweats to everyone, but it was limited; to only the ones that make it out there fastest to grab them first. So pretty much if you didn’t get out there soon enough, you’d freeze, literally, since everyone had a sleeveless shirt on that had been ripped on the sides that stretched down to the waste from under the armpits and shorts that were above the knees and up to your upper thighs when you sat down.